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“Don’t be a fool!” Frank said. “You pull that trigger and we’re all in trouble.”

The plane was pressurized only so long as it was sealed. A bullet hole would require they wear oxygen masks—meaning the horses would die for sure, and maybe them, too. And the slimy bastard knew it, counted on it to keep him in line, Frank thought.

“We’d be in trouble only if I miss you, which would be difficult at this range, so I suggest you don’t try any fancy moves.”

Playing along for the moment, Frank stayed where he was and glanced out the cockpit windows. Just ahead, mountainous terrain. They were flying low, approaching the Pryor Mountains. Sweat trickled down his spine.

What to do?

Getting the man to talk might buy him some time while he formulated a plan. Though his situation did seem pretty grim, maybe he could warn C.J.

“Who’s paying you?” Frank took an educated guess. “The Black Order?”

A Cheshire grin spread under the fake mustache. “Someone who can afford me.”

“To do what, exactly?”

“Remove Dr. Birch from temptation’s path.”