Sam had just finished radioing his position to the airport tower, receiving instructions back as to available runways. Earlier, he’d explained that, for safety and security reasons, private and corporate planes were routed to a special landing area far to the west of the big carriers. “Gets us in and out faster, too.” Sam scanned the horizon, aviator shades hanging by a cord around his neck. “Which is good, because I want to get back by seven, if possible. Sinclair’s scheduled a press conference to address concerns about the attempt on his life.”I had to smile. “He got the cops and feds to cancel theirs, only to have one of his own. Probably figures he can control the message a lot better that way.”“You’re right. Word is, he plans a short speech to assure voters that he won’t be intimidated by the criminal element. That his tough law-and-order stand has always entailed risk. But he has every faith in law enforcement, has no concern about any further attempts, and is looking forward to the debate on Saturday.”“Smart move.
