He smirks. “Flying to Exuma.”
“Do you even know how to fly a plane?”
“Kind of.”
My brows lift. “Kind of? Is that supposed to make me feel better?”
He shakes his head, laughing. “Relax. I’m not flying the plane. We’re hitching a ride with that guy.” He points across the hangar to a man who looks close to my age. He’s got jeans and a sweatshirt on and a worn-in Yankees hat. “He’s our ride.”
“Who is he?”
“I don’t know. Just some contact of Derek’s that we can trust.” Park steps out of the shadows, and I scramble after. “Are you Justin?” he extends his arm out to the man as he walks toward him.
“I am.” The man takes his hand, shaking it. “And you must be Derek’s friend.”
“That’s right. I’m Park, and this is Lacee.”
“Hi.” I give a little wave.
“Perfect timing. I was just about to take off.” He turns to face the cargo plane behind us. “Let’s get you to Exuma.”
I walk up the ramp to the back of the cargo plane and look around. There’s nothing but boxes and crates. “Where are we supposed to sit?”
Park walks past me, sitting down on the floor. “Wherever we want.”
The door on the back slams shut, causing me to startle.
“So I take it there are no seatbelts?” I walk to Park, sitting down across from him.
“It doesn’t look like it.”
I glance above me at some of the boxes strapped in with ties. “What’s all of this?”
“Potatoes for the islanders.”
“Really?”
“No.” Park laughs. “I have no clue.”
“You guys ready for take-off?” Justin peeks his head around the seat. He’s got a headphone on with a little microphone.
Park gives him a thumbs up, and the plane slowly starts rolling forward.
“How come you didn’t already know where Sienna lived?”
Park straightens his legs, crossing one foot over the other. “I’ve never met Sienna before.”
“You’ve never met her? But I thought you said you work together.”
We do. But we’ve always worked from different angles. Her job was primarily field and tactical support while I was in the middle of the action.”
“If Sienna was over field support, why is she the one in charge of this mission now?”
“I haven’t worked with her for two years. She must’ve transferred to being a field officer.”
“I think it’s weird that you don’t really know her.”
“I do know her, but our only communication was over the computer or phone. I’ve never actually seen her in person.”
