Chapter 20 A Man In Wolf's Clothing

• "Come in."
• Jack Fisher pushed open the cabin door and entered, ready for death or worse. His mission had failed, and he knew what this meant. Failure was not an option with the Venator Lupus. Either you got the job done or you were done yourself.
• At least he would die in some swanky digs. He'd been on this private jet before, of course. Flying through the air was the best way to meet without nosy looky loos getting way too curious for their own good, and to make tracking them down even more difficult. But every time he boarded Jack wondered who had died to furnish the plane. It had cream coloured leather seats, wood panelling on the desks, a fully stocked minibar with the expensive stuff, not the soft drinks and cheap beer you'd find in hotels on the ground. They had high speed wifi too, for crying out loud.