“I thought you’d rather talk.” “I’VE GOT TO HELP THEM FLY THIS THING. LET ME CONCENTRATE.” Bea griped the armrests, braced her feet on the flooring, and pushed back against the cushion. The 727 shivered and then streaked down the runway. He reached toward her right ear and adjusted the hearing aid. “Statistics indicate that flying is safer than driving on a highway.” “Statistics also say that flying to the moon is safer yet, but that doesn’t mean I’m applying for astronaut training.” They were airborne. Lyon looked out the window at the retreating ground and tent-covered tobacco fields surrounding the Hartford Airport, Bradley Field. The plane banked toward the south and Bea gasped. She gasped louder as the retracting wheels thumped into their wells. “What was that?” “The wheels.” “Do you know that ninety percent of all air accidents occur within two minutes of the airport?” The loudspeaker crackled to life with a deep reassuring voice. “This is Captain Nelson.
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