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  2. BOOKS BY STUART WOODS
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright
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  65. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  66. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  67. What’s next onyour reading list?

Ten minutes later the lights went off in the house, the garage door opened again, the SUV backed out, and the door closed. The vehicle drove away.

“I’ll get my car,” Macher said. “You keep that SUV in sight.” He ran back to his car, the van made a U-turn, and Macher followed. His cell phone rang. “Yes?”

“We’ve got the vehicle.”

“We’ll change places from time to time.”

The SUV turned north, and the two cars followed. Macher was getting hungry. They drove north for more than an hour, and the SUV made a few turns, ending up on Highway 17 North. Shortly, it turned off the four-lane road and headed east. A mile later, it turned into the entrance of Teterboro Airport. The van and Macher followed. They were both stopped at a security guard’s booth.

“Destination?” the guard asked Macher.

“We’re following the SUV ahead.”

“Let me see some ID, please.”

Macher showed him a driver’s license. Up ahead he saw the SUV turn right.

“Go ahead.”

Macher made the same turn the SUV had, just in time to see the vehicle drive through a security gate. From his knowledge of Teterboro, that was unusual; cars weren’t allowed on the ramp. He parked his car and ran inside and through Jet Aviation in time to see the SUV drive past on the ramp. He stood at the rear windows and watched as the vehicle drove behind a hangar. He walked out to the ramp, where a shuttle bus was waiting, its door open. A driver sat inside.

“Excuse me,” Macher said, “do you know whose hangar that is?” He pointed. “The biggest one.”

“Yeah, that belongs to Strategic Services.”

What the hell? Macher thought. He stood on the ramp and watched. Shortly, the main door opened, and a tug arrived and pulled a Gulfstream jet out onto the ramp. Macher jotted down the tail number, got out his cell phone, and called his office.

“Yes, sir?”

“I’m at Teterboro. A Gulfstream is on the ramp, starting its engines.” He gave the man the tail number. “Check the system and see what destination that airplane has filed a flight plan for. I’ll hold.”

A couple of minutes later the man came back on the line. “The aircraft has filed for Brussels, nonstop.”

“Track it.” Macher hung up and walked quickly toward the hangar. As he approached he could see the black SUV inside with the doors open. The Parkers had to be on that airplane. What the hell? He glanced at his wristwatch: 7:55. He went to his contacts and dialed a number.

“Yes?”

“It’s Erik, sir. I’m at Teterboro Airport.”

“What are you doing at Teterboro?”