13 December, 1940 - Airspace over America
Jon tapped the pilot on the shoulder. “How much longer?” he yelled above the din of the small twin-engine airplane.
The pilot turned around, her short brown fringe sticking out from under her leather flight cap. “Two or three hours,” she hollered. She pointed to a panoramic carved canyon below. “The Grand Canyon, a real beauty, aye? Used to fly this route for Hughes Aircraft.”
“Glad you know the area,” he shouted. Jon gazed out beyond white fluffy clouds into the endless blue sky. He’d hopped a Royal Air Force flight from England to Canada, ostensibly to inspect Newell-Grey ships docked in the Long Beach harbor of the Los Angeles basin, but it was Danielle he needed to see.
He remembered Libby’s advice about Danielle. Though England was at war,
