Chapter Four
Two months later . . .
Jess was making his way through a crowded Caracas street to the flight office, looking for Ashley Bloom. It had taken some time, but he’d finally tracked her down. She was suppose to be in Caracas to make arrangements for a flight into the interior later that week. He was pissed to find her taking this trip in the first place, though he had no hold over her, and no way to protest her plans. He’d hardly heard anything from her since her quick visit to California. Just a few postcards with cryptic remarks on the back, about “still deciding.”
In the meantime, Jess had talked with his friend, Greg, in Santa Rosa, and found out that he was about to hire another pilot for the job opening. Greg had to get things started in the spring, and he couldn’t wait a
