An excerpt - Posting Bail
It was still dark when the phone rang, and it woke me from a deep sleep. The red digits on my alarm clock glared five thirty-two. I reached from under the covers and reluctantly closed the distance between the warm bed and the cold phone.
There was the sound of a clearing throat, and then, “Yeah, Beth, Rod here.” He cleared his throat again. “I need ya to do something. You awake?”
"Adam Kraft did a number last night. Got himself drunk with some friends and took four of ‘em flyin’ in one
“Five grown men in a four-person plane?” Now I was fully awake.
“Yup. It’s a damn shame is what it is. He’ll lose all his licenses and ratings for this. What you need to do, hon, is get right over to the airport and take Five-Two-Five up to Portland and bail him out of jail. His father’s
“Not today. FAA and local police got the plane grounded until the owner decides if he’s pressin’ charges. He probably won’t, but for now we
“Alright. See ya later.” I hung up the phone, shocked at what Adam had done. Rod’s attention felt good. He had chosen me for the task. Meanwhile, I would be in Portland before Steve even found out the details of where I had gone and why. Rod was treating me as a legitimate, independent pilot, not just Steve’s student or the lineperson.