Page 1 of River Legacy (Powder River #5)

Not that it would be a huge explosion. The nice thing about an airplane, even an expensive private jet owned by one of the richest men in the country, was that it didn’t take much to bring the bird down. It was all about knowing where to place the bomb—and when to detonate it.

Inside the hangar, he quickly secured the bomb in place.

He’d helped work on this particular jet before, since along with his side job, he was one damned good airplane mechanic as well as a pilot.

Not that his boss seemed to appreciate the fact.

Hell, he’d wanted to kill him the moment he met the man.

When he finished, he set the timer on his phone. All it would take was pushing the button after the plane was airborne and over an isolated part of Montana on the return flight.

He’d already located where outside of Billings would be the best spot for the plane to explode.

There was a roadless mountainous area directly to the southeast. It would be hard for the FAA investigators to reach it and recover any evidence.

No need for any rescue operations. No one would survive the blast, let alone the crash.

The dangerous part was that he would be onboard the plane with the bomb from Dallas to Billings. But as long as he didn’t push the button, he told himself, he’d be fine.

No one wanted Forester dead more than he did.

Then again, maybe there were a dozen others who would love to kill the man, he thought, looking around the unlocked, empty hangar.

Except, he’d bet most of them didn’t know how to make a bomb, let alone where to place it on an airplane for the most destruction. He’d be doing them all a favor.

Phone in his pocket, now all he had to do was wait for when the Gulfstream left Billings, Montana, for the return flight to Dallas—the flight he wouldn’t be on.