Chapter 19. With your crooked heart.

Alex and Donna heard the Hum-Vee crash, but didn't turn back to investigate. If they had they would have found out only three bodies were in the car. The man who had been shooting had been catapulted out of the vehicle moments before it crashed and exploded. He had the luck to land on top of a passing lorry. When the driver stopped for breakfast, he climbed down.

He walked to the public telephone and called a number by heart. "Bierges AC Namur". A short message, but the man knew it was enough to get the correct response. He got himself a plastic cup of coffee. He sat down and waited. After half an hour a van came to a stop in front of him. He threw his plastic cup in a waste bin and entered through the sliding side door.

"Antwerp airport" He closed the door and the van started. He turned to the back of the van. A small closet and wash room were installed. He choose his clothes and took a shower. Before he put his clean clothes on, he checked on his identity. Make-up marks on clothes are a dead give away, even at business airports. A part from an other eye colour he was saved from make-up. He dressed and by the time they were on the E19 at their exit, he was already checking his e-mail on his laptop. He looked briefly up when the van took the R11 towards the airport. By ten he was at the business terminal being checked out by customs and airport police. The Falcon 50EX was awaiting him.

"Welcome Mister Smith, I'm your pilot. We will be flying for about eight hours. Our estimated time of arrival is 1200 EDT at Dulles IAD. We have favourable winds. I hope you have a fine flight."

"Thank you." Smith answered boarding the plane. At least he could get some eye shut.

"Can I be of any service to you, sir?" The young stewardess asked.

"Yes please, when in the air, bring me a Wyborowa Wodka, ice cold. After that I'm going to sleep. Please wake me a quarter off an hour before touchdown. Don't touch, just call my name."

The aircraft got it's take off clearance. After his glass, Smith went to sleep.

The stewardess went to the cockpit. "This is one of the weirdest icicles I ever had to serve. He sends the shivers up my spine. Can I serve anything to you guys?"

"I'll have a cup of coffee." the captain volunteered. "Me too." the co-pilot agreed.

The stewardess got the requested drinks and stayed in front talking to the crew.

Once in a while she checked Mister Smith, but he slept. She went one more time to the pantry for their meals. After they ate, she cleared all. Distributed some more coffee and entertained the pilots with her tales, as did they with their. By the time they reached the American air space. The pilots had enough on their plate not to be disturbed and the stewardess disappeared into her pantry.

A quarter off an hour before landing she called Mister Smith, who woke immediately.

"Could I have another Wodka, Miss?" he asked pleasantly.

"Of course Mister Smith." She hurriedly got his command and stayed out of sight.

Half an hour later he was sitting in a limo on his way to his superior.