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It took over an hour for the rescue crew to get all three of the crash victims into the helicopter. Zoe forced herself to be pleasant to the horrible woman who’d yelled at Padric. What was she even talking about? What could cause that level of anger toward a songwriter? Zoe kept turning it over in her mind as the rescue crew strapped poor unconscious Art onto a gurney. She didn’t recognize the paramedics, so she filled them in on his information, yelling over the whir of the hovering helicopter.
“This is Art Dinty, owner of Black Bear Flightseeing. He has a wife, Marge, so someone should call her.”
“Will do, Miss. Now back away, we got this.”
The paramedic signaled to the chopper pilot, who maneuvered the controls to hoist the gurney up. A third crew member crouched in the open hatc
