Chapter Sixty-One
Danny Salen was again headed to pick his wife up from the remote airstrip in Molerville. He’d been expecting to pick Tasha up late tonight, but the disposable cell had gone off twice.
The first message was a text from Tasha, telling him that her transportation had changed, and she would be coming into the small airfield.
When he asked why, all he got back was that she’d been mildly injured, and this was easier. She’d refused to elaborate, but Danny knew his wife, and a sprained ankle or even a broken arm wouldn’t have caused a change like this. Coming in on a private plane was a significant change.
Two hours later, he got a call on that same phone. This one was from the flight service, which instructed him to be there at 4:15 pm.
Arriving a little early, he saw the a
