“You sure can attract them,” Quincy said. “You’re like a crazy magnet.”

William rubbed his forehead as he exited the interstate. The Porsche’s engine easily allowed him to shoot past the van. So much for ditching them with surprised reporters.

“They’re freelancers, probably. Or just another nutso just wanting an autograph,” Quincy said. “Hey, the helicopter is pulling back. They know they can’t fly in this restricted airspace.”

Look for a bus stop. Get him out of this car. Then find a place for Lily. Move. Move. Who knows how long the helicopter will hold off—

“Hey, turn left. That sign points to the private airstrip. I’ll call and tell them we’re coming.”

It’s not even six in the morning. He could dump Quincy there easily.

“Crap. I can’t make a call either. Must be my phone. Good thing I paid two million for the patent. But my guys know to be waiting for us. My security team is there too, just in case crazy town in the van decides to try and join the party. And that’s one thing a helicopter can’t keep up with: a jet.”

“Is there private security at the gate?” Drop them off there and throw it in reverse.

“That’s why you fly private. No one to ask any questions. OK, there’s an open gate. Nice. Ok, see it? See it there? It’s got the big Q on it. That’s it.”

William did a double take. There, sitting among a few smaller planes on the mostly barren runway, was an enormous Cessna with a giant “Q” painted on its side in a bold red swirl.

“Who the hell are you?” William asked.

The man in the passenger seat grinned. “Just a man who believes, Mr. Chance.”

Drive up, act like you’re getting out, and once he’s out of the car, drive away. You can find another place to leave Lily.

“And as I expected,” Quincy said, looking over his shoulder. “Creeper Van is following us in. So just pull up right to the plane and get inside as fast as you can. I’d call my security again, but obviously my deep financial investment in this certain model of phone has a major flaw. But don’t think this isn’t worth your time, I’ll get the bugs worked out. You’ll want to be on board for this new model. Wait till you see what it can do. Just so you know, I’m packing, but it’s just a pistol. Once my guys see me whip it out, they’ll do the same. No one in that van will think about stopping … wait … wait…”

“What is it?” William asked, hearing the change in Quincy’s voice.

As they drove up to the Cessna, they saw men standing on the stairs leading to the door.

“My guys don’t wear suits,” Quincy said.