Alexander," said Red Eagle. Cole Alexander shrugged at the massive Amerind. "The plane? It's my home now. A houseboat with wings. Subsonic, but fast enough to suit me." "It apparently caused quite a stir when you landed on the lake." "Hide in plain sight," Alexander said. "Sometimes that's the best way." Red Eagle held the lace curtains aside and stared out the villa's long window down to the lake below. Alexander's swept-wing jet seaplane was moored down among the powerboats and sailing yachts, like a sleek dark panther among fat little sheep. Alexander stood slightly behind the Amerind, feeling a bit like a child in the shadow of Red Eagle's huge form. A stray memory of boyhood flitted through his mind, of holding his father's hand as they walked along the Minnetonka lakeside promenade together. Then the surge of sorrow. He would never walk with his father again. Or his mother. He could never walk unprotected in the sunshine again. Too much of a risk of cancer now.
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