Chapter 11

He turned to the northeast and let the plane rumble along at a moderate speed the few miles on to Reserve. Finally, he got a glimpse of Mike, heading in the same direction. They’d come in to land one by one. The ground crew would be busy for a while. Blaine didn’t know if he’d head back south after refueling or not. He’d get on the phone and let Romero and the others know once he decided. Three tight passes in one day had taken a toll. He was ass-kicked good. Shit, I must be getting old.

For a moment, the face of the young reporter danced before his eyes. So damn young and eager. Dedicated and dead serious about his work, though. Even seemed to feel a sense of responsibility. There was more to the guy than he’d originally recognized or acknowledged.

Somebody like that would keep a man young.