Today’s
excerpt is from Devil’s Brew, Book #8 of the nine-book Janitors Series. After mob boss gives Drew information on an
arms deal, Drew helps him make good his escape from justice. Enjoy and have a wonderful day.
m.j.
“Good. I have a favor to ask that will get you in
the soup if ever found out.”
“Me, but not
you?”
“Yeah,
probably.”
“Sure, Drew—for
you, anything.”
Drew then
reached into his pocket and pulled out the plane’s call-sign he had written
down when Angelo’s pilot called it to him.
He read it off to his friend and then added, “The plane is carrying
someone I want to remain anonymous. I
just want it to land, get filled up, and leave without any contact—except for
landing instructions—with anyone on board.”
“Done. When do I expect the plane?”
“It’ll be
leaving Andrews Air Force Base in the next twenty minutes or so. And Red, thanks a bunch.”
“You ever get
down my way, you owe me a steak.”
“More like the
whole damned cow. See ya, pal.”
“So long, Drew.”
Drew then went
over to a writing table in his room and wrote down coordinates he still
remembered, even though he hadn’t used that particular facility in over ten
years. He got up, walked over to Angelo,
and handed him the piece of paper.
Angelo took it,
looked at Drew as he stood, and held out his hand. As they shook hands, Angelo asked, “Why,
Drew?”
“Because we’re
really not all that different, Angelo.
And I happen to like you for some reason. Plus which, I owe you.”
“No, you didn’t,
Drew. But thank you. We were a little concerned with our planned
fuel stop. You have more than solved
that problem for me.”
Drew patted
Angelo on the back, took his empty glass, set it down, and headed for the door,
sure he would never see Angelo Calabrese again.
After he’d seen
Angelo off, Drew pulled Jim aside and briefly brought him up to date. Both men agreed that it was best to wait to
inform John Engle—until Drew had word that the Calabrese plane had left its
refueling stop in Florida
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