Chapter Four
Flynn
“Toss me that lashing strap, would you?” I called over to Elias.
The lashing strap came sailing through the air, and I caught the hook. Leaning into the storage area at the back of the plane, I tightened the strap and checked to make sure the hook was securely in place. Elias came around from the other side of the plane, resting his elbow on the wing as I straightened and closed the door to the rear compartment.
“Later this week, we have a group who booked a trip over to Katmai. You up for that?” I asked.
“Of course. What’s the schedule until then?” he returned.
“Three flights tomorrow. How about you take one in the morning and afternoon, and I’ll take the other one in the afternoon?”
He nodded immediately. Elias Lowe would live in the air if he could. He was one
