He then would be picked up at the airport by his friend Daniel Mayfield and driven to a private FBO so he could take the chartered plane all the way back down to San Diego. A whole fucking day wasted. I could barely stand it! We were meeting at the bungalow Jeanne had arranged for us to use for the weekend. All of my friends were being told I was ill, and my mom, dad and Nathan were all covering my tracks, telling anyone who called that I was too sick to talk or see anyone. I could hardly sit still for the two and a half hour drive from L.A. Jeanne was driving me down and I wanted to get there early so we’d have enough time to get anything I might need before Cade’s arrival around 6 PM. She was going to pick him up at a private airfield near the west side of the city and bring him to me. She was our only transportation, so she made reservations to stay in a posh hotel while we were here. Our return plan the coming Monday, would take Cade back to the airstrip where he’d do it all in reverse, back to Vancouver, meet up with Daniel again and have him take him to the airport in full view of the paparazzi.
