The uneventful flight from New York to Lexington took a few minutes over two hours, far longer than Brad would have liked it to be.
At the Van Arsdale hangar and landing strip, the ground crew had located a small private airport about fifteen minutes from Lexington that granted permission to enter their airspace and use their runway, which was of sufficient length to accommodate date a jet.
Normally, Brad slept through plane rides, but not this time. His mind was racing as he willed the plane to hurry it up.
The gleaming silver bird made a perfect, smooth touchdown with Brad already lingering at the exit, carry on over his shoulder. He had already caught sight of Emerald, looking so small against the expanse of tarmac.
He scanned for Raven, she was standing back, closer to the hangar h
