Chapter 17
“Come down to see us off?” Duane sat partly in the parked helicopter, his butt on the deck of the open pilot’s door and his feet on the grass. The early morning sun was warm and pleasant.
“Yes. Where’s my sister?” Emilio’s strident tone was not so pleasant.
“She’s gone up to the house, waiting for things to come to fruition.” Duane nodded toward the harvest trucks that had restarted the work hauling grapes at sunrise. Not that they were pertinent to anything, but it served to confuse Emilio. Duane’d missed his cup of coffee this morning and needed something to perk him up.
“Sofia said you had to be gone first thing. What are you waiting for?”
“Me?”
“Who the f**k else am I talking to?” Emilio waved a hand around. It’s in the details, Duane reminded himself. A chipped nail,
