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going to be cleared up,” Barbara said. “Jordan will tell the truth if they can get her away from her mother. I know she will. The public isn’t going to go crazy over this, because it’s all just a mistake. I know this is an election year — ”
The judge jerked his arm away, clearly insulted. “I’m not thinking of politics, Ms. Covington. I’m thinking of the rule of law.”
His tone was dismissive, cutting her off. As he walked away, she wondered if she’d made it worse.
Lance was going to spend the night in jail.
Chapter 12
I t was the first time Kent had flown with Blake, and as they lifted off the small runway and into the night sky, turbulence bounced them. Kent clutched the door handle.
“Just hang on till we get through these clouds. Should be clear a few miles out.”
The moonlight was bright when not obscured by clouds. He hoped they wouldn’t become engulfed in them, disorienting Blake. Wasn’t that what happened to John Kennedy Jr.? “You ever flown at night, Kent?” Blake asked him, his voice sounding tinny through the headset.
“Not like this,” he said.
“Nervous?”
“A little.”
“Don’t sweat it. Look at all the lights. It’s gorgeous. And it’s a lot easier to see the airport with it all lit up.”
Last month Kent had worked a homicide case at a small private airport in Atlanta, and the lights hadn’t been kept on at night. “What if the lights aren’t on?”
“I can turn them on myself using the radio microphone key. I checked in advance in the Airport Facilities Directory, and if I press the key four times for that airport, the lights will come on. Piece of cake. We’ll be fine.”
Adjusting his headset, Kent looked out the window. He couldn’t see the usual landmarks, like rivers. But he could see the lights along the highways. “You sure you know how to get there?”
“Got the GPS,” Blake said into his mike. “It’ll take us right there. Probably take about five and a half hours.”
Kent raised an eyebrow. “Why? Flying commercially, it’s only about an hour and a half.”
“Yeah—flying a big jet at 30,000 feet. But in this thing, flying at about 4,500 feet at 120 miles an hour, it takes a while. It’s 533 miles by air, and we’ll have to stop once to refuel. We’ll probably be there about eleven thirty. So what did Barbara say when she found out the cavalry is coming?”
Kent had told Blake all about his feelings for Barbara. It was because of her influence that he’d found a church and gotten involved in the men’s group where he’d met Blake. Now the guy was his racquetball partner and one of his closest friends. “She sounded relieved that I was coming to help her. I don’t have any clout with the police department there. But there are some things I can offer. At least she won’t be alone.”
“I think this is a God thing.”
Kent looked at him. “How do you figure that?”
“It’s the perfect opportunity to take things to a deeper level with her. An answered prayer.”
Kent hoped that was true, that God was intervening andfueling this relationship. Despite his visits to Jefferson City, he hadn’t been able to move things along on his own. “I know you won’t believe this, but I’m not doing this to seize the opportunity. I’m seriously concerned about Lance.”
“He’ll be okay.”
“I’m not so sure. A kidnapping charge? That’s pretty serious.”
“Well, when we get there I’ll text all the guys and get them to pray.”
At nine o’clock, they landed in Jackson, Tennessee, to refuel, and Kent got out of the plane to stretch and use the bathroom. Before he got back in, he called Barbara.
“Kent?” Her voice was anxious. “Are you here already?”
“No, only halfway. I’m hoping to be there by eleven thirty or so. Can you pick us up?”
“Of course. Kent, they’re keeping Lance tonight. I talked to the judge but I don’t think he’ll let him out. We’re going to have to wait until Monday unless
The judge jerked his arm away, clearly insulted. “I’m not thinking of politics, Ms. Covington. I’m thinking of the rule of law.”
His tone was dismissive, cutting her off. As he walked away, she wondered if she’d made it worse.
Lance was going to spend the night in jail.
Chapter 12
I t was the first time Kent had flown with Blake, and as they lifted off the small runway and into the night sky, turbulence bounced them. Kent clutched the door handle.
“Just hang on till we get through these clouds. Should be clear a few miles out.”
The moonlight was bright when not obscured by clouds. He hoped they wouldn’t become engulfed in them, disorienting Blake. Wasn’t that what happened to John Kennedy Jr.? “You ever flown at night, Kent?” Blake asked him, his voice sounding tinny through the headset.
“Not like this,” he said.
“Nervous?”
“A little.”
“Don’t sweat it. Look at all the lights. It’s gorgeous. And it’s a lot easier to see the airport with it all lit up.”
Last month Kent had worked a homicide case at a small private airport in Atlanta, and the lights hadn’t been kept on at night. “What if the lights aren’t on?”
“I can turn them on myself using the radio microphone key. I checked in advance in the Airport Facilities Directory, and if I press the key four times for that airport, the lights will come on. Piece of cake. We’ll be fine.”
Adjusting his headset, Kent looked out the window. He couldn’t see the usual landmarks, like rivers. But he could see the lights along the highways. “You sure you know how to get there?”
“Got the GPS,” Blake said into his mike. “It’ll take us right there. Probably take about five and a half hours.”
Kent raised an eyebrow. “Why? Flying commercially, it’s only about an hour and a half.”
“Yeah—flying a big jet at 30,000 feet. But in this thing, flying at about 4,500 feet at 120 miles an hour, it takes a while. It’s 533 miles by air, and we’ll have to stop once to refuel. We’ll probably be there about eleven thirty. So what did Barbara say when she found out the cavalry is coming?”
Kent had told Blake all about his feelings for Barbara. It was because of her influence that he’d found a church and gotten involved in the men’s group where he’d met Blake. Now the guy was his racquetball partner and one of his closest friends. “She sounded relieved that I was coming to help her. I don’t have any clout with the police department there. But there are some things I can offer. At least she won’t be alone.”
“I think this is a God thing.”
Kent looked at him. “How do you figure that?”
“It’s the perfect opportunity to take things to a deeper level with her. An answered prayer.”
Kent hoped that was true, that God was intervening andfueling this relationship. Despite his visits to Jefferson City, he hadn’t been able to move things along on his own. “I know you won’t believe this, but I’m not doing this to seize the opportunity. I’m seriously concerned about Lance.”
“He’ll be okay.”
“I’m not so sure. A kidnapping charge? That’s pretty serious.”
“Well, when we get there I’ll text all the guys and get them to pray.”
At nine o’clock, they landed in Jackson, Tennessee, to refuel, and Kent got out of the plane to stretch and use the bathroom. Before he got back in, he called Barbara.
“Kent?” Her voice was anxious. “Are you here already?”
“No, only halfway. I’m hoping to be there by eleven thirty or so. Can you pick us up?”
“Of course. Kent, they’re keeping Lance tonight. I talked to the judge but I don’t think he’ll let him out. We’re going to have to wait until Monday unless
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