Silent Waters

Chapter 59

The Beech 1900 twin engine aircraft never even cleared the line of trees. Mako figured the fuel tank would be blamed for the explosion that occurred immediately after takeoff. Later, the investigators wouldn’t worry too much about the possibility of foul play, not after the evidence began to mount that the victims of the plane crash were the same hijackers who’d squeezed America’s throat that very morning.

The headlines alone would be nearly enough to explain everything and close the case for the public, Mako thought. Eventually, they’d identify some of them. Home grown terrorists. Mercenaries. All the bodies were found. No survivors. The explosion had guaranteed that.

He was just crossing the moonlit field toward the woods when he heard the sound of sirens in the distance.

He wasn’t even pissed off. In fact, a great calm had settled over him. There was great comfort in knowing that he’d guessed right. He’d cheated death at the last minute. He could have saved the lives of the rest of his crew, he supposed. But in this kind of work, everyone was on his own.

As he made his way toward the main road, he had to hand it to the men that hired him. It was a truly brilliant move to wrap everything up so tidily.

But even brilliant plans could go wrong.

Darius McCann had ruined their plan by simply refusing to die. Mako planned to do some ruining himself.

He wasn’t angry. But he was certainly going to get even.