Chapter 12

When he saw a plane flying low as it came in for a landing, it hit him that it could be Dustin soon. Shit.Dustin was a fucking pilot. And they were about to see his plane. Excitement ran through him as he turned into the gated entrance of the small airport.

He followed the long road that ran along the outer edge, passing a larger brick building with windows around three sides.

“That’s the main office building. They’ve got a lounge up front where a lot of old timers like to come out and just watch the planes.”

Dustin continued explaining as they drove.

“That small metal building by the main office is the fueling station.”

Rafael’s eyebrows raised upon seeing a series of old-fashioned gas pumps. “They don’t look much different than the ones for cars.”

“They’re not, really.” Then he pointed out the tower to the north. “This is a small airport, so there’s just one landing strip.”