Page 30 of Quinn

CHAPTER EIGHT

QUINN

The aircraft touched down on the runway at Jackson Airfield and the pilots taxied to a hanger Connor had rented. He’d estimated four days were all we’d need to lure in Sangumala.

After unclipping the seatbelt, I strode to the room at the rear of the plane and grabbed my suitcase along with Logan and Daly’s. Olimar and Kent had overnight bags along with a few packs of heroin each.

I wheeled the cases to the front before returning to where Olimar and Kent remained seated.

“All set?”

“You got it, Boss. We’ve got your back.” Olimar, the older of the pair who was in his mid-twenties, assured.

“For fuck’s sake, be careful. Don’t go running off at the mouth or they’ll become suspicious.”

“Trust us, Quinn, we’ll only give them enough rope to hang themselves.” Kent could be a cocky bastard but he was smart and cunning.

“I’ll see you back here no later than two o’clock in four days.”

“We’ll be here with the information you need to cripple the bastards.” Olimar was aware, like everyone else, of what had happened to Arabella. I’d wanted them all to know the reason behind what we were doing.

“Quinn.” Logan called from the front.

“Ready.” I nodded to the two young men and headed to where Logan and Daly were waiting. “Showtime, gentlemen.”

“Indeed, Professor Quinn.” Daly sounded like a sleuth off a television program and I laughed.

Grabbing our bags, we descended the steps and strode across the tarmac towards the terminal building. People milled about, waiting on someone to arrive or to catch the next outgoing flight. When we hit the entrance and stepped outside, a man waved us over. I looked him up and down before we headed in his direction.

“Quinn Masterton?”

“You are?”

“Anatoli Biscuter. Don Bonello instructed me to meet you and provide your transport during the time you’re here in Moresby.” He had given me the correct information before he thrust out his hand and I shook. Logan and Daly did the same before we followed him to the back of the car where the boot lid stood open. We threw our suitcases in and slammed the lid down.

I climbed into the passenger seat, Logan and Daly slid into the back.

“Don Bonello said you’d be staying at The Tarvois.” It was more of a statement than a question.

"Yes, it's where I stayed last time I was here.”

“Very well. I have your itinerary planned on what Don Bonello said would be required.” He thrust a sheet of paper at me and I unfolded it to read.

“Well, this will certainly introduce us to the city and keep us busy.” Everything Connor had talked about me doing was listed on the sheet.

“You have one hour to change into swimming attire and I’ll take you down to Ela Beach. The boat for Local Island leaves in one hour and fifteen minutes. As requested, everything is booked under the name Lincoln Finch. Logan is David Moore and Daly will be known as Mitchell Long. Don Bonello said everything is in place so if Sangumala has the means to investigate, they will find you are a wealthy pineapple plantation owner in Popondetta.”

“Don Bonello said he planted you here specifically for this reason because you have family and contacts in the city. Thank you for your help.”

“Don Bonello saved my life many years ago when, as a young and stupid boy travelling abroad, I crossed the wrong people. I will be forever in his, and any of his friend’s debts.”

“Well, thank you just the same.”

He turned the black sedan into the circular driveway and stopped at the hotel entrance door. After retrieving our bags, Anatoli said he would move the vehicle into the hotel carpark and meet us downstairs in the bar.

The three of us checked in under our aliases and made our way to the second floor where our rooms were located side by side and with adjoining doors as Connor had insisted. Up until a few weeks ago I would have protested at my big brothers over abundance of caution but what had happened to Jake was still too fresh, so I welcomed his not taking any chances.

Once in our rooms, we unlocked the adjoining doors and swung them wide open. The rooms were all identical—typical hotel rooms. A large bed flanked by two bedside tables, both had lamps on them, and one also had an alarm clock with bright green illuminated numbers. The bathroom was nothing out of the ordinary with a white porcelain toilet and basin set into a vanity unit. There was a large glassed in shower enclosure that took up almost all of one wall.