Richie reached out, taking a moment for a quick look at Melissa in the soft red light cast by the flight instruments set up for nighttime flying. She offered an infinitesimal shrug, so he pulled back the power.
Neither of them had been at the controls of a multi-engine airplane before so they didn’t know what to expect.
The Beech Baron stumbled. As if it had caught its left wing in the weeds though they were two thousand feet up. It twisted to the left and then headed into a leftward roll—which would be fatal at their low elevation.
“Copilot!” Vito snapped out loud enough to make Richie jump in his seat. “Feather the prop.”
Richie had to think for a moment to remember that meant him. He reached out and yanked on the appropriate lever.
“Pilot! Right bank. Right rudder. Retrim.”
He cou
