Chapter 17
Dace watched over Elaine’s shoulder as she ran through the controls on the small plane.
“You damn near hit Kitka and his car,” Dace said.
“Shut up.” The plane moved slowly in a circle as Elaine checked the Cessna’s maneuverability.
“You do know how to fly this thing don’t you?” Dace continued in a conversational tone.
“Yes. What was this thing in the shop for?”
Dace shrugged. “Damned if I know,” she said cheerfully. “Are we going to crash?”
“No!”
Dace studied the tense shoulders and clenched jaw of the other woman. Close to cracking up, Dace thought. She wondered what Elaine would decide to do. Kill her, she guessed. She wondered if she cared.
Dace looked out the small rounded window to her right. The brightly colored birches were like a blanket below — a Pendleton Indi
