It turns out that the whir of the spinning rotors filled the open airfield, mixing with the midday wind like a distant thunderstorm. The yellow and black helicopter gleamed under the pale sun, parked neatly on the concrete near the private terminal of Havenwood Executive Strip. It was quiet—too quiet—except for the blades chopping steadily overhead.
Marcus Thorne, a 42-year-old real estate tycoon and investor, adjusted his cuff links with practiced ease as he stepped toward the aircraft. His blue tailored suit hugged his shoulders like armor. This wasn’t just a business trip—it was an escape.
For the past week, he’d been getting anonymous threats. Subtle at first: a blank envelope on his penthouse desk, a dead bird left on the windshield of his Bugatti. And just last night, someone had tried to disable the cameras outside his vacation home in Harbor Point. He hadn’t told anyone—not even his assistant. If someone wanted to scare him, they’d picked the wrong man. Today, he’d chartered this helicopter last minute, planning to fly two hours north to…..Read Full Story Here…………………..
