In the next few months, WHISTLER HOUSE PUBLISHING will be releasing Novel 2 in my TRILOGY OF TREASON. For my readers who have been waiting far too long to see this book, I am beginning a series of weekly excerpts to start you reading this story that is very close to my heart. Not only does it follow up to THE CONSUMMATE TRAITOR with a plot related to those original characters, it deals with a heartless drug scandal that has already affected too many lives, both military and civilian.
CHAPTER THREE continued ...
“This is comfortable,” she said looking around as if it were a trick. Slowly, she sank back down, snuggled back against the head cushion and ran the palms of her hands along the arm rests.
“You’ll be glad to know there’s a private washroom. It’s in the tail section.”
She glanced at the rear. “That’s good news. What’s the bad?”
Ben settled into the seat across the aisle from her. “No windows.”
She sat straighter and looked at both walls, and then up at the ceiling, and swerved around to gaze back to the tail of the plane. Strange. She was usually more observant of her surroundings. She frowned. “Like flying in a submarine. Weird.”
While she buckled up, the grinning Russian loadmaster nodded and grinned, flashing stained teeth. She could smell the stench of smoke on his breath and almost coughed in his face.
The remaining three Russians in the maintenance crew joined them on deck and immediately retired to their sleeping quarters through a door at the front of the cabin. A few minutes later they heard the scrape of the metal ladder as two more men came on deck. Two Canadian peacekeepers in combat fatigues dropped their gear by the icebox and took seats behind Kendra.
The bigger muscled one of the pair asked, “You going to Rwanda with us?”
She turned around to face him directly. Close-cropped reddish hair framed a boyish freckled face. He reminded her of an eager Red Setter puppy. His clear blue eyes twinkled with an inner sense of humor, yet when she looked more closely into his eyes studying her, she sensed something hidden behind them – a sadness perhaps, or maybe they were eyes that had seen too much. His straight-back bearing reflected the pride of an experienced soldier who still believed in his mission.
Ben answered, “Yes, we are.”
“It’s a long trip,” said the leaner, dark-haired soldier. Looking into his wary brown eyes, Kendra recognized a man who did not tolerate fools. The tone of his voice expected respect, and compliance. “You can bunk down with us in the sleeping quarters ahead if you want. The cots are quite comfortable.”
“I may take you up on that,” said Ben.
“No thanks. I can stretch out across these seats.” Bunking down with a bunch of men wasn’t her favorite fantasy.
CHAPTER THREE to be continued . . .