Good excuse to escape the office while I mulled over my decision. Laying the composite down, I headed for the kitchen. As I crossed the great room, my peripheral vision snagged on a car driving up. Jenna and Chelsea. Thank You, God. They would help me think this through. I busied myself with pulling a glass from a cabinet, filling it with ice water as I heard the garage door go up. For no reason at all my heart began to beat hard, as if I were a hapless child with a dire request about to face parents. I wanted to call Luke Bremington as an “unnamed source” and offer him a copy of the drawing. But I knew I shouldn’t. The door leading from the garage/hangar opened. Chelsea appeared, carrying a green overnight bag. “Hey!” Her face lit up and she raised the suitcase. “I got my stuff.” “Great.” I put down the glass and folded my arms. Chelsea toted her suitcase to the edge of the kitchen and set it down. Jenna followed, lugging her heavy pilot bag. “Annie, hi. Everything okay here?”
