Cordell is a small Cessna pilot barely making ends meet, counting his military pension and what he brings in as a flight instructor. When one of his military buddies is murdered, he is asked by his ex-wife to talk to the police. Since the dead guy is the one who stole his wife, he's not too keen ...
In all that time, excluding those occasions when he was nice to my landlady, who regularly fed him carefully prepared dishes made of chopped chicken liver, I couldn’t recall a single instance in which he’d ever done anything that could remotely be construed as beneficial to anyone. Mostly he just...
I was dreaming I was in bed with Savannah. She was curled in the crook of my arm. I could smell the sweet, musky fragrance of her perfume. Her breath warmed my neck. Only it wasn’t a dream. “Logan,” I said, still groggy enough that it was a challenge merely remembering my name. “Matt Streeter, El...
For once, it wasn’t me. He’d radioed approach control that his vacuum pump had quit, rendering his directional and attitude indicators useless. He was also running precariously low on fuel. Probably no more than ten minutes of flying time left. None of that would’ve mattered much had Rancho Bonit...