CHAPTER FIVE
WIDE BODY AIRPLANE
FLIGHT FROM D.C. TO BOSTON
SAME DAY
THEODORE ALEXANDER, THE ADMINISTRATOR OF THE EPA, WAS EQUALLY IRATE. He was on a 747 headed from Dulles to Boston. It had been parked on the tarmac for thirty minutes, and the delay was adding to his fury. “We can’t let this lunatic stop the pipeline we need to send gas to Europe,” he told the man sitting next to him. “She has to be one of those crazy climate change alarmists. A nutcase, but potentially dangerous. I’m going to leave it to you to fix this. And you know what I mean by that. I have too much at stake in it to be able to afford a loss.”
Buster Ryan nodded. He was such a large man that even though they were flying first class, there wasn’t enough room for his lengthy legs on the floor below him. So he jammed them under the seat in front of him. He was casually dressed in Khaki pants and a bomber jacket.
Theodore was silver haired with his gut bulging over a flashy crocodile belt with a sterling silver buckle. His matching Salvatore Ferragamo shoes ran over $3000 with tax. He wore a $50,000 custom-made William Westmancott suit with an American flag pinned to a lapel. A $1650 Roberto Cavalli tie cost as much as some people make in a month. Not that he cared. “You got that, right?” he demanded.
“No worries,” Buster said. “I’m on it. She’s gone.”