The asset hung beside Parkerson like a scared dog. Lingered and kept his mouth shut and didn’t bug out, behaved himself through security and onto the plane.
The flight passed uneventfully. The asset stared out the window and didn’t say anything. Didn’t move. Parkerson wondered what he was thinking. He wondered again if his plan wasn’t risking too much.
The client had assured Parkerson that his target remained in the city. He’d changed hotels, and bolstered his security, but he’d stuck around as scheduled, until his flight late that afternoon. The client had promised to have a man on the ground, waiting with details. A clean weapon and access to the target. In return, Parkerson had offered a discount. Hated giving money back, but what could he do?
The plane’s engines slowed and the aircraft started its descent, circling low over the desert so that those inside could sneak a peek at the spectacular casino resorts on the Strip down below.