"I don't like this," Nick complained as Phil walked through the gate and onto the tarmac.
"Why not?" Phil asked. "Much less hassle than an international airport."
"Much less security, too," Nick replied.
"Do you know something I don't know?" Phil asked as he walked toward Hangar 11, leading the Piper girls by the hands.
Nick shook his head. "They didn't tell me much. But I dunno if they've got more guys running around here or not."
"It'd be really nice to know," Phil said sarcastically.
"I know," Nick said. "I just don't know if-"
"What?" Phil noticed DiVecchio's face drain of color and turned around.
A black Cadillac was speeding toward them on the tarmac. Phil looked and saw that the hangar was only about fifty yards away. He turned to Nick. "Run," he said quietly.
DiVecchio scooped up the Piper girls. "But what about you?" he asked.
"Go!" Phil ordered.
Nick obeyed and took off running for the hangar. The Cadillac turned to follow him, but Phil drew his .44 and shot out both tires on the right-hand side. The Cadillac skidded to a stop a few yards away, and four men with guns climbed out. They didn't look too happy.
"Evening, gentlemen," Phil said with a smile. "Care for a little fun?"
