Chapter Seventy Three
“So where’re we headed?” Linda asked as she slipped into the right-hand seat.
“Honduras.”
“Honduras!” Linda looked out the windscreen. “What the hell’s in Honduras?”
Irene laughed. “My parents, for one thing.”
Linda’s head came around. “You’re parents? They live in Honduras?”
Irene nodded. “The Bay Islands off the north coast. Dad bought Cayo Cochino Pequeña years ago, for his retirement. He built an airstrip and runs charters. Adventure travelers mostly: archaeologists, cavers, divers. It keeps him busy enough and outta mom’s hair.”
“And we can land there?”
Irene turned the radio back on and dialed a new frequency. “Here, give a listen. Cayo Cochino, Cayo Cochino. Do you read? Over.”
The radio crackled. “Hey, is that you doll? I read you.”
“Hi dad,” Irene a
