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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.

At about three thousand meters, directly ahead, a small dark cloud appeared. But as the plane drew closer, the cloud didn’t shrink; it grew, swelling until it seemed to fill half the sky, threatening to engulf the tiny aircraft caught in its path.Strange things started happening once they crossed the imaginary line connecting the Bahamas and Puerto Rico.

Zimmerman had made sure of that, proudly telling his companion he’d secured the best rooms in town

He looked around. The landscape was strange, almost exotic. Ahead rose a high mountain surrounded by stunted shrubs and twisted trees. The sight reminded him of a place he’d once seen in the north, when his mother had taken him to visit her elder sister in Yakutsk. The trees there had been just as small and bent low to the earth, nothing like the tall, full-grown ones back home in central Russia.

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.

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“Then you should’ve booked a Boeing,” Didi replied. “My plane tops out around three-seventy kilometers an hour. Havana is five and a half hours away. A jet could do it in two and a half.” He never lied to clients, though honesty often cost him.

There was no turbulence yet, but that could change at any moment. Sanders was beginning to lose hope when he suddenly saw a light ahead, a bright opening, sunlight breaking through. A miracle, a gift from above. He turned the plane toward it, clinging to the controls, praying they’d make it through.