On their right was a large hangar with a worrying dip in the middle of the roof. There was a sign on the turning loop that pointed to the dust-covered area beside the hangar and gave permission to park there, which was entertaining because vehicles seemed to have been abandoned and left to rot in random spots all over the airfield. There was another shed on their left, with two more four-seater planes sitting beside it—between the shed and the runway. A runway, he was pleased to note, that wasn’t filled with potholes. At least something around the place was maintained.
“This place gives me the creeps,” Elle said as Joe parked the car beside the hangar.
The rental company had promised to send someone out to get the vehicles later that day. Joe hoped the cars would still be there when the company man turned up.
“We’ll only be here a matter of minutes.” He saw Ryan’s vehicle coming a distance down the road, kicking up dust behind it.