Henry Zachary
Henry Zachary had been having a very tough day.
He had to get to an urgent meeting in Chesapeake Bay in the afternoon, but his meeting in the morning had gone on for too long, making it so that he was just now reaching the airport.
If he knew that he was going to be this late, he might have chosen to come here with his son, who should have flown out by now in one of their commercial airlines for some meeting to Toronto.
His own private plane was on the same tarmac from where the commercial plane his son was on must have left by now, and besides, he was late. So, he gave up the idea of calling the kid, and decided to do so after he landed.
Remembering his son, a slight frown passed across Henry's face.
He had always been quite a weird kid. For some reason, he delighted in doing things, such as even stealing petty stuff, and pushing blame on others.