Chapter 97

“I’m impressed,” he said. “This isn’t an old barn after all, is it?”

“Not on your life, and you haven’t seen the best part.”

I took a small device out of my pocket, pointed it at the wall of the barn, and pressed a button. The entire wall of the barn began to fold up, back, and out of sight, revealing the interior of the barn to be a small hangar constructed of steel beams and metal siding. Inside the barn slash hangar, a two-year-old Jeep Cherokee was parked in one corner.

“You can ease her right into the barn or use that little piece of equipment behind the Cherokee,” I said.

“What about the prop wash?”

“The contractor assures me that the building is designed to withstand more prop wash than this plane generates.”

“What piece of equipment?”

“It’s called a Nose-Dragger. I’ve heard you talk about them.”

“You think of everything, don’t you?”

“I try.”