Dane
They'd been greeted at the door to the hanger as David and Layla McDane. Dane made a mental note to read the packets John had given him, though it wasn't necessary here. These people were clearly used to dealing with private, discreet passengers, and were happy to do so.
He and Lila hadn't stopped holding hands as they were ushered quickly from the front desk inside the hangar, through the massive space, to a somewhat small but sleek jet waiting on the tarmac at its other side, and encouraged to enjoy their flight.
Dane had to lean down to get through the door into the plane, though there was just enough room for him to stand once he got in.
