Saturday dawned bright and clear, with a slight west wind at about 5 knots per hour. Ben showed up early at the airstrip and did a quick cleanup of the office. Maybe he should hire a cleaning lady. Correction, “cleaner.” He knew a good one, in fact.
But why was Julie working as a cleaner? What happened to her singing dreams? Wouldn’t LA be the perfect place to pursue a songwriting career? Wasn’t that the reason she’d left Jupiter Point? What had gone wrong?
There were so many questions he wanted to ask her. And now that she was on her way, with the Reinhard clan in tow, he wished they’d already cleared the air.
The group arrived in the Reinhards’ Rolls Royce, which looked completely out of place in the gravel lot of the airstrip. Mrs. Reinhard descended from the vehicle like some kind o
