Undercover RoseChapter 79
A week and a day later we all agreed it was time for me to go. The small black plane met me at a drug smuggler's airstrip outside Biloxi Mississippi. The flight to a small dirt strip outside Williamston Alabama was a short hop by plane. I was wearing new clothes yet again. I used the pilots phone to call a taxi before I let him leave. The taxi took me to the storage locker, which held my tricycle and my own cell phone. I stopped by the office to check that my bill had been paid and to pick...