Chapter Twenty-One
Talking loudly to scare away the bears had another benefit. It distracted Ethan from his leg, and it made the journey pass faster that he could have imagined.
The sky cleared and they were treated to the kind of sparkling vistas that belonged in a travel brochure. Hidden lakes dotted with pristine islands studded with spruce. Immense tangles of moss dangling from ancient twisted trees. Sudden sweeps of buttercups in a secret clearing.
At first they talked mostly about the case. Ethan was intrigued by Alastair’s theory that his sister’s plane had been taken down deliberately.
“They never found the Berensons’ plane, you know,” he told Jessica. “According to Maya’s notes, they did an airborne search but never spotted anything.”
“I remember when it happened. I was about
