Once the estimate was printed out and in Logan’s possession, she said, “Shall we see the plane now?”
“Absolutely.”
The dog led the way, running ahead, stopping until they caught up, then running ahead again. They were almost to the hanger, when Logan shot his hand into his pants pocket, and pulled out his phone.
“Sorry,” he said to Debbie. “This should only take a second.” He pretended to hit a button, then moved the phone to his ear. As he spoke, Roger loped over, and nuzzled his hand. “Hello?...Yeah, I’m here now…What? But I thought…Are you sure that’s what Tom wants?...Okay. Okay. No problem.” He hung up his fake call, grimacing.
Debbie took a step toward him. “Everything okay?”
Logan ran his hand over Roger’s head, then said, “Well, no, actually. I’m so embarrassed. My client’s changed his mind, and decided not to go. I feel horrible for having made you come out at this time of night, but it looks like we won’t need a plane in the morning after all.” He closed his eyes for a second. “It’s not the first time he’s done this, so I guess I should have expected it. I’m really sorry.”
“No, no. Don’t worry about it,” she said. “It happens more often than you’d guess. At least you know about us now. I could still show you the plane, if you’d like.”
“I’ve taken up too much of your time already. But I guarantee you when the Japan trip comes up you’ll be at the top of my call list. I owe you that much.”
“We’d definitely appreciate the business.”
He let her show him out, gave the dog a final pat, then apologized again as she locked the front door behind them. Not surprisingly, she and Roger were parked in the same lot Logan was.
Logan got into his El Camino, started it up, then pulled out his phone, and pretended to be talking again. He didn’t know if he was getting good at it or not, but he did seem to be doing a lot of talking to dead air that night. As Debbie and Roger drove by, he gave them a waved, then slipped the phone back in his pocket once they was out of sight.
Three minutes later, he was sitting at Debbie’s desk, typing in roger1207. In no time, he found the file for the charter flight Elyse was on. Interestingly enough, the client—Mr. Robert Andrews—had stated that he and his associates were escorting the sick daughter of a businessman home. Only home wasn’t Tokyo. That was merely a fuel stop.
Home was Bangkok, Thailand.
The country right next door to Burma.
24
The first flight Logan could get out on was at 12:55 p.m. on Cathay Pacific. There’d be a plane change in Hong Kong, and by the time he reached Bangkok, it would be nearly midnight the following day. In the best of cases, he would be at least fourteen hours behind the people who had Elyse, but thought it prudent to assume the difference would be closer to sixteen.
Would that be too late? As much as he tried not to think that way, the thought did keep creeping in.
His father was true to his word. He and his friends brought Logan an envelope containing five thousand dollars in cash to the motel before he left.
“If you need more,” his dad told him, “just let me know. I expect you to check in everyday, too.”
“Don’t,” Logan said. “I’m not going to stop whatever I might be doing just to let you know what’s going on.”
“I didn’t mean that, but—”
“Dad, please. If I can, I’ll call. If I can’t, I won’t.”
Harp was going to say something else, but Barney put a hand on his shoulder. “Do what you need to do, Logan.”
Logan nodded his thanks.
“And just in case,” Barney said, then handed him a small bottle. “Sleeping pills for your flight.”
On the way out, Logan stopped by Tooney’s room. Elyse’s grandfather was sitting on the bed, his packed bag on the floor near the door. As soon as Logan left for the airport, he and the others were all heading back to Cambria.
“Are you doing okay?” Logan asked, sitting down beside him.
“I’m happy she’s still alive, but…am still worried.”
“I’ll…I’ll bring her back.”
He looked at Logan, and tried to smile. “I know you will.”
Logan patted him on the arm, then stood up. “I gotta go.”
“Thank you, Logan,” he whispered. “Thank you.”
Logan didn’t know what to say, so he simply nodded, and left.