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But Didi needed money, so he didn’t linger there, though he liked a glass of whiskey or a glass of grappa on weekends.

The pilot had no choice but to fly through the mist and emerge on the other side. But barely fifteen minutes later, another storm cloud loomed, darker and more menacing than the first. It was enormous, and there was no way around it. Sanders drew a deep breath and steered straight toward the heart of the storm, though nothing good could come of it for him or his passengers.

His clients were usually small-business owners or traders smuggling goods from the Bermudas into the United States. Occasionally, darker figures sought his services, people moving drugs, weapons, or other contraband. Didi disliked such dealings and accepted them rarely, only when the money was too good to refuse. Mostly, he handled legitimate charters and business-class passengers.

Kirill climbed into the cabin and looked around. Though from the outside the Beechcraft Bonanza seemed small, inside it was surprisingly spacious, a cabin clearly designed for business-class passengers. The seats were comfortable enough to stretch your legs and enjoy the view through the portholes beside them on both sides of the little private plane.

After a short run, the Bonanza lifted from the ground and climbed swiftly. At first, nothing hinted at trouble. The plane gained altitude smoothly, soaring over Bermuda’s long beaches. Through the portholes, the passengers watched the breathtaking scenes of untouched nature and the neat houses along the shore.