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“You’ll go on missions with me.” It’s not a question but an order. I don’t think I can do this with anyone but him.
“I’ll pick and choose them. The first hire is an IT geek who knows how to hack without getting caught.”
Phillip’s people trained me to do just that. Plus, my publisher gave me a great contact who can help me when I need him. “That’ll be me. Though, I have a guy who can give us a hand in the field when I can’t have a computer handy. He happens to consult for other security companies.”
“Do we trust him?”
“I do. A friend gave me his information.” I don’t mention the kid might be in his early twenties, and I barely know anything about him. “This weekend, I’m meeting with the architect in Heartwood Lake, Colorado. Phillip’s brother is giving me a tour of the town. Would you like to join me?”
“Where are you going to set up headquarters?”
“It’ll be here, in New York. We’ll have two training facilities. One in Ossining, so it’s closer to us, and the other in Colorado. Feel free to tell me where you think we should open the other two. The jets are under production.”
He goes silent. My gut clenches. Is he going to back out? I can do this without him, but I would rather have him by my side.
“When are we leaving for Colorado?”
I sigh with relief, hopeful that he’ll stick around to see this through. “Friday night. I’ll fly us there.”
“You’re going to be our pilot?” He sounds almost frightened.
I chuckle. “Did I forget to mention I have a license to fly?”
“Did you get it from a cereal box or Pilots-R-Us Academy?”
“Haha. Good one, D. It was part of my training.” I won’t go into detail about how flying comes easy to me, just like so many other skills.
Was I a trained killer before I lost my memory? It might be best if I don’t figure out who I was before I became Finnegan Gil.
“You went silent on me, kid.”
“I’m not a kid.”
Derek laughs. “Text me the time you want us to leave and the address.”
April 19th
We fly to Denver and stay in the safe house that’s close to Centennial Airport for the night. At six in the morning, we’re on the road driving toward Heartwood Lake, Colorado.
Derek whistles. “Can you imagine the drive during the winter?”
“Fuck, no. But we should start training on the snow and ice too.”
“Do you think of anything other than training, the company, and working?”
Dream girl and my stories… sometimes even about him. But all I do is snort and say, “You sound like my father.”
“I’m starting to worry about you. Do they have an airport or alanding strip close to Heartwood Lake?” he asks, not even waiting for a reply.
“If they don’t, we’ll add it. According to Phillip, this town used to be a site for WITSEC. His brother retired as a marshal but is now the town sheriff.”
“Hmm. Will he be okay with having us here? And why Colorado? I noticed you want to have properties all over and that you don’t own anything in the Northwest. Is there a reason to stay clear from there?”
I stay quiet while organizing my thoughts before responding to all his questions. “My contact from the forum thinks it’s best if I stay away from the Washington-Oregon area. There’s already a company there.”
“Who?”
“I don’t want to figure that out because they might want to know about me, and I want to stay off their radar.”
