Chapter 51

Ferry Pass, Florida, still held some of the heat of the midday sun, even though it was long past sunset. But the air was so still and close, the heat had little chance to escape. Logan Tanner pulled into the convenience store, got out of his rental car and stretched. With no direct flight to either Pensacola or Tallahassee from San Antonio, he'd had to fly into Memphis and hang out until his connecting flight. He'd chosen the longer flight into Pensacola because he thought that's what his writer cover identity would do. But his big body wasn't really meant to spend much time crammed into an airplane seat and he was glad for the opportunity to loosen up. It also meant he arrived at night rather than during the day. He knew he could have asked Craig to fly him in on one of the Stafford jets, but they both agreed the lower the profile the better.