Chapter 78 The Return Of Brad Wesley

• Third Person POV
• The sun sparkled across the San Francisco tarmac, its bright rays no match for the glittering silver Dassault Falcon 10X that touched down with almost no noise. Engines still murmuring, the jet came to a slow halt at a private runway, away from the bickering that accompanied cheap commercial flights.
• A single set of stairs was rolled out with a mechanical buzz. A polished Chelsea boot hit the top stair first.