Chad and Suzan sat in the rear of the car. It was one of many cars that belonged to Chad’s father’s company. It was a large and very successful firm. There were fifty brokers working on the floor under Chad’s supervision.

Chad only worked with the wealthiest clients that his father had long standing relationships with. Chad’s father was slowly handing his work load off to his eldest son. Chad’s father had more money than he would ever need, stashed in banks across America and in some foreign countries as well and was preparing for a long and eventful retirement.

One younger brother was still in college but would soon finish school and take the test to become a stock broker as well. When he passed and there was no doubt that he would, in his father’s mind, he would come into the business and soon be working with his brothers.

After the car stopped, the driver waved for a porter and opened the rear door of the car on the curb side. There was too much traffic on the road near by to open the other. The car was filled with the aroma of leather and Suzan’s perfume.

The porter smiled as he opened the trunk. The expensive luggage told him that a good tip might be in his future when all was finished. He was careful with the luggage as he set them on his dolly.

Chad and Suzan walked into the airport, followed by the porter, and made their way to the first class check in line. Once there, Chad gave the man his tip and he walked away. They stood second in place behind a man with a familiar accent. He was an Ambassador of some African nation once colonized by the English by the sound of his accent, or so thought Suzan. His accent was impossible to miss.

“I wonder what he has been up to while here in America,” she whispered to Chad. “These guys get away with murder with their immunity status. I have a girl friend who had a rough time with one of these creeps from Europe a few years back.”

Her comment made Chad feel uneasy as he had many business secrets that he hadn’t shared with Suzan yet. Their courtship had been a short one and their marriage came quickly. There was little time to prepare her for what might be coming in the future if all didn’t go as well as his farther had promised.

“He’s very well dressed, isn’t he Chad?” “Yes dear, he must be a successful businessman of some sort.” They moved up to the counter when the thin man was finished and had walked away. “Not as successful as you dear,” she added with a proud smile. Chad’s stomach tightened, just a little. All this shady business dealing by he and his father was starting to get to him.

Their tickets and passports were checked and all went smoothly. They walked off slowly toward the TSA security check point and the first class lounge upstairs beyond the slow moving escalators.

Joe looked out the window of the waiting room at the slow moving cars down below him out in the light snowfall. He saw the beautiful black Bentley and wondered with awe at who might own it as it passed under the long protruding roof the covered the airport entry parking area where passengers and luggage were unloaded. Joe couldn’t see the faces of the two occupants who climbed slowly out of it.

Chad and Suzan were soon through TSA and on their way to the first class lounge. Charlene would have been there as well but she had decided to sit with Joe. She had other things on her mind now. The first part of her dream had come true.

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More to come tomorrow.

I have done many podcast interviews over the last few years. Detective Writer with Sally Barilla is one. It is on most plat forms. I’m episode 44.

I have also done a couple of interviews with Nick Ronald in London on his podcast, “”Secret Influence TV.” It’s on Facebook and other platforms as well.