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“I’ve seen that look in the mirror before.” Carla’s greeting when Melissa slipped out of the DC-3’s rear door would have made her jump if she didn’t feel so kindly toward the world at large. “That’s a good look.”
“I—” she opened her mouth and then had no idea what she was going to say. She was spared further foolishness by the Gulfstream jet on the far side of the runway whining to life. She hoped it didn’t wake Richie. Though at the moment, she doubted that anything—other than a call to arms—had any chance of disturbing him.
It taxied down the center of the runway until it reached the far end. Then with a sleek roar of engines, it bolted down the runway, keeping its nose down longer than she expected; and with a quick motion, the plane shot skyward.
She could see the moment it disa
