Chapter Seventeen
Travis was going to kick her a*s. But she had a hard time bringing herself to care. At the moment, all Cassie wanted to do was try and salvage her bike. She sat on the floor of her old playhouse, laptop open, screwdriver in hand, trying to make sense of the diagram she’d found online. It might as well be Greek.
Ask her if she knew which lights came on in the cockpit and in what order in an emergency? She could do that in her sleep. But ask her where the wires went underneath those buttons, or how to disable the fuel line from the auxiliary tank, or any other number of things, and she’d point to her crew chief. Those guys were worth their weight in gold, and she’d never fly without one.
Cassie had half a mind to call up Parker and beg him to come over and help her. Park
