Chapter 11
“We’re what?” Krista’s voice squeaked and she went white.
Her skin and hair were so fair that she’d only lightly tanned despite making her living in the outdoors, but Evan was still impressed at the color change—and more than a little startled because nothing surprised Krista.
The van had rolled the sleep-fogged smokies back to the airport. Half of them, including himself, were still eating breakfast. Sausages hastily wrapped in a waffle, weird bacon-with-egg-and-turkey sandwiches, anything they’d been able to lay their hands on. Half gallon cartons of orange juice were being passed back and forth like moonshine jugs.
They were aloft while they were still eating, which was a challenge on a DC-3. The plane was a tail dragger which meant her aisle was steeply sloped because he
