Chapter Thirty
Danny Salen thought as he drove with his two sons in the back seat. He was glad that Tasha was coming home this evening. He was looking forward to having his wife back. The three weeks had gone well enough, but he’d missed her, and so had the boys.
The emails he’d gotten from her had little information about what she was doing, but he could tell from the tone that she enjoyed the training. The last email had said that she would be home this evening and to wait for a call.
Two hours ago, the disposable cell phone Tasha had left with him rang. The caller identification had said McGreevy Flight Service.
It was a short call, and someone with a professional-sounding voice said that the aircraft carrying Jenny Wellington would be arriving at about 8:15 pm.
He had thanked them
