CHAPTER 11

The small plane taxied down the runway and slowly rolled to a stop a short distance from a waiting car. Inside the plane, Blake unbuckled Iris's seatbelt and lifted her out of the seat. Putting her down, he took her hand and led her toward the exit.

They walked down the stairs and made their way to the car. As they drew near, a man stepped out and opened the back door. Blake helped Iris in and got in after her. The chauffeur closed the door and then slid behind the wheel. He started the car, adjusted the rear-view mirror, and glanced at Blake in it.

“Where to, Mr. Echols?” he asked.

“What would you like to see first, sunshine?” Blake asked Iris.

“A toy store,” Iris muttered.

“The little one has spoken,” Blake said. “Take us to ‘FAO Schwarz’, please.”

“Very well, sir.”

Thirty minutes later, the chauffeur pulled up alongside the toy store. Blake and Iris got out and headed toward the entrance. The minute they entered the building, Iris's eyes grew huge and