How he had avoided a ticket on that wild run to Reserve, Daz didn’t know. Now as he headed east to Vista Montaño, he drove at or near the speed limit. As anxious as he was to get there and see Blaine, he also felt a few quivers of uncertainty. How would the pilot receive him? Could they pick up the new and growing camaraderie or would it be awkward and tense?
When he drove into the rural airport, everything seemed dark and quiet. The security lights were the only bright spots he could see. A chill settled in his belly. Had Blaine changed his mind or simply meant to taunt him? Was he actually mad about the news piece and just faking? Then his headlights picked up a dusty pickup, sitting to one side of the big hangar with a lean figure lounging against the side of the bed.
He drove up besi
