“There are no secure lines anywhere around or in Heathrow the young British police officer said, not the kind I think you are talking about. You would have to go to the American embassy downtown.” I turned away in frustration and walked back to the King Air, noting...
The pell-mell rush to Anderson Valley Vineyards was a success, except for the ballooning part. Kris had the folded and refolded envelope in its canvas bag, standing next to the basket, which had the two big burners thrusting upward from a brace up across from its...
I made it to the parking lot but had to turn back as Kingsley had my keys and I’d left no instructions for any of the staff or my men, much less the four new quasi-agents for the insurance operation. One of those agents was quite something I’d briefly heard. Joan...
I drove to Kris Anderson’s winery and looked around. The place seemed dead with no cars around or even a pick-up. There were plenty of collections of heavy earth-moving equipment surrounding the huge warehouse where I presumed most of the winery was run, wine was...
A sense of great power, seemingly not entirely rational, overcame me as I felt the bottom of the balloon basket leap upward, causing my knees to bend slightly. A simple brass lever being moved less than an inch had released tens of pounds of propane instantly, to be...