Chapter Twenty-Eight
Diego
I was cutting it close by the time I arrived at the plane hangar and hustled to get the plane ready for the trip. “Thanks, man,” I called over to Ryan Brooks.
Ryan was a young guy who was working on getting his pilot’s license and also doing side work as a mechanic. Flynn had been hiring him for small repair jobs. While all of us could handle repairs, we were busy enough as it was. He grinned in my direction. “Anytime. You guys keep me busy and are great references for me.”
Ryan was the younger brother of Eli Brooks, a friend who owned a local guiding and outdoor shop. Having Ryan work for us was a mutually beneficial arrangement. We sent customers to Eli, and Ryan logged plenty of those flight training hours. Flynn insisted on paying him his full rate for me
