Chapter 18‘SHUT-EYE TIME,’ SAID BRUSH as the Citation X taxied toward the southeast end of the 10,000-foot runway. ‘Did you and our fine pilot decide on the route?’
‘Straight through. No stops.’
Brush rubbed his chin.
‘Piece of cake,’ said Jim, knowing what Brush was thinking. Sixty knots, north winds changing to northwest between a huge departing high, and a low coming in.
‘Leaves us pressure-sandwiched with a tail-wind highway, eh?’
‘Let us know if you want to talk,’ said Glenda. ‘Anytime. Don’t worry about waking us up. I’ll come out a couple hours before landing.’
Brush’s face said what he thought about her idea.
‘No need to do that, honey.’
‘Brush needs his beauty sleep, and I need information. We always do it this way,’ said Jim.
‘Jim will wake us up at the other end.’
‘It
