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been a colonel in the British army, but he'd also served as a mercenary.
    Lots of interesting connections, but nothing very clear yet.
    The helicopter pilot turned to me. “We should be in visual contact with Wells as soon as we clear these mountains up ahead. We'll see lights, anyway. But so will they. I don't think we can sneak up on anybody out here in the desert.”
    I nodded to him. “Just try to land as close as you can to the airport. We'll coordinate with the state troopers. We might draw fire,” I added.
    “Understood,” the pilot said.
    I started to discuss our options with Wade and Moriarity. Should we try to land at the airport itself, or nearby in the desert? Had either of them fired their weapons before, or been fired on? I found out that they hadn't. Neither of them. Terrific.
    The pilot turned to us again. “Here we go. Airport should be coming up on our right. There.”
    Suddenly I could see a small airfield with a two-story building and what looked like two airstrips. I spotted cars, maybe half a dozen, but I didn't see a red Bronco yet.
    Then I saw a small private plane taxiing and getting ready for takeoff.
    Shafer? It didn't seem likely to me, but neither did anything else so far.
    “I thought we shut down Wells?” I called to the pilot.
    “So did I. Maybe this is our boy. If it is, he's gone. That's a Learjet 55 and it moves pretty damn good.”
    From that moment on, there was very little we could do but watch. The Learjet shot down one of the runways, then it was airborne, winging away from us and making it look ridiculously easy. I could imagine Geoffrey Shafer on board, looking back at the FBI helicopter, maybe giving us the finger. Or was he giving me the finger? Could he know that I was there?
    A few minutes later we were on the ground at Wells. Almost immediately I got the jolting news that the Learjet was off radar.
    “What do you mean 'off radar'?” I asked the two techies inside the tiny Wells control room.
    The older of the two answered. “What I mean is that the jet seems to have disappeared off the face of the earth. It's like it was never here.”
    But the Weasel had been there— I'd seen him. And I had photographs to prove it.

Alex Cross 10 - London Bridges

Chapter 15
    Geoffrey Shafer drove a dark blue Oldsmobile Cutlass full-bore through the desert. He wasn't on board the jet that had flown out of Wells, Nevada. That would have been too easy. Weasels always have several escape routes planned.
    As he drove, Shafer was thinking that the oddly brilliant plan in the desert had worked well, and there had certainly been backup contingencies just in case something didn't work right. He had also learned that Dr. Cross, now with the FBI, had shown up in Nevada.
    Is that part of the big picture, too? Somehow, he expected that it was. But why Cross? What does the Wolf have in mind for him?
    The Weasel eventually made a stop in Fallon, Nevada, where he was scheduled to make his next contact. He didn't know exactly who he was contacting, or why, or where this whole operation was leading. He just knew his piece—and his explicit orders were to call in from Fallon and get the next set of instructions.
    So he followed his orders, registered at the Best Inn Fallon, and went straight to his room. He used a cell phone, which he'd been told to destroy after he made the call. There were no pleasantries exchanged, no unnecessary words. Just the business at hand.
    “This is the Wolf,” he heard as contact was made, and Shafer wondered if that was so. According to rumor, the real Wolf had impersonators, maybe even body doubles. All of them with their piece, right?
    Next he heard disturbing news. “You were seen, Colonel Shafer. You were spotted and photographed near Sunrise Valley. Did you know that?”
    At first, Shafer tried to deny it, but he was cut off.
    “We're looking at copies of the pictures right now. That's how the Bronco was followed to Wells. Which is why we told you to exchange