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had been able to get him through all of his courses, and had had the time
and patience to actually have everything make sense.
    And
rather than just taking cash to do his assignments, Leroux had actually made
Kane do the work.
    And Kane
had become the young geek’s protector, at least for that year. They had become
very close, at least as close as a senior and sophomore could. Kane had
finished high school with great grades, and went on to college, quickly losing
touch with his high school friends, including Chris.
    But
after 9/11, he had quit college and joined the army, which he had excelled at,
eventually joining the Delta Force. A two year stint and he’d been recruited
into the CIA’s Special Operations Group.
    Then the
training really began.
    Over the
years he had lost track of Leroux, and it was during his orientation that he
had bumped into him in a CIA cafeteria. They had immediately recognized each
other, and renewed their friendship. He was still a geek, but had filled out
far better than Kane had thought the poor kid would.
    He just
needed to tame that hair, clean up the wardrobe, and stick to a regular
personal hygiene schedule. There was nothing Kane wanted more for the poor kid
than to find a nice girl and settle down. He knew that’s what Leroux wanted,
but he was his own worst enemy at times.
    Kane
looked at the bevy of near perfect specimens adorning the furniture of his five
star suite, and felt a pang of guilt.
    “What
can I do for you, Chris?”
    “Are you
in the middle of something?”
    Chailai rolled
over, exposing her store-bought breasts and he felt a twinge.
    “About
to be.”
    “Well,
there’s something going on that I need your help with.”
    Kane
listened, his eyebrows climbing, his eyes widening, as he heard his friend lay
out the background intel.
    “So what
do you think? Am I crazy?”
    Kane
shook his head. “No, I don’t think so. There’s definitely something going on,
but why not just leave it to the FBI?”
    “Because
they don’t know what these guys were working on, so I don’t think they’re
giving it the attention it needs.”
    “Why,
what were they working on?”
    And when
Leroux explained the type of research, his heart slammed into his chest at the
implications.
    “I’ll be
in Salt Lake City tomorrow.” Chailai pushed herself up on her elbow, smiling at
him. “But first I’ve got a few things to try and take care of.”
     

 
     
    Ogden-Hinckley Airport
    Last Week, Day of the Kidnappings
     
    “I thought you said you had something for me?”
    Detective
Percy looked at Terry O’Toole through narrowed eyes. The phone call had been
clear, at least to him, and now all his Air Traffic Control buddy had was a
single complaint, phoned in by an old lady who lived on the outskirts of town.
    “No, I
said I had an answer for you.”
    “You
could have told me that over the phone.”
    “You
didn’t give me a chance.”
    Percy
sighed. O’Toole was right. He had been so mad back at the station, that he
hadn’t really listened.
    “Sorry, Terry,
it’s okay, I’m just frustrated right now.”
    “It’s
okay, Jack, I’m ATC. I feel that way every day. Now listen, I wouldn’t be too
quick to ignore this complaint however.”
    “Why?”
asked Jamie, until now having kept quiet, apparently not wanting to interrupt
the two friends disappointing each other.
    Percy
smiled slightly as he saw his friend give his partner the elevator eyes,
checking her out for the first time.
    Did
you just flush, Terry?
    O’Toole
stuck out his hand, a little too quickly.
    “Terry O’Toole.
And you are?”
    “Detective
Conway. Jamie.”
    Percy
leaned in and whispered, “Like I said when we arrived, you old dog.”
    O’Toole
shook Jamie’s hand, definitely turning red this time.
    “That’s
right, sorry, forgot.” He let go of her hand, and wiped his brow. “To answer
your question, we almost never get complaints about helicopters, and never have
we had one from that area. In fact,