He removed his cigar from his mouth and studied the end of it as he rolled it between his fingers. “I got to shake hands with Chuck Yeager once, out at an air base in New Mexico. I was just a kid, a grease monkey, but in my work I got to rub elbows with lots of flyboys who later became astronauts and such. Damn good pilots. The kind I’m talking about. The ones who do it by instinct.”
He tipped his chin down and looked at Bellamy from beneath the shaggy line of his eyebrows. “But I wouldn’t trade ten of them for one Denton Carter.” As though to underscore the statement, he jammed the cigar back into the corner of his mouth and anchored it there with his teeth.
Amused, she said, “I don’t intend to dispute you.”
“Well,” he grumbled, “just in case you were of a mind to.” He looked beyond her. She turned so that she, too, could see into the hangar where Dent was still inspecting the airplane. “Only a nekkid woman would hold that much fascination for him,” the old man remarked with a cackle.
“When he first started coming out here, he was a moody little bastard, full of piss and vinegar and lots to prove, ready to take offense at the drop of a hat. But when he got around the airplanes, I saw the look that came over his face. There’s an expression for it. Uh… What’s the word?” he asked, rapidly snapping his fingers.
“Rapture?”
“Yeah. Rapture. Like somebody that ought to have sunlight shining on him through a stained-glass window. That’s the way Dent got whenever he looked at an airplane in flight.”
“He told me about the first time you took him up. He said he fell head over heels in love with flying.”
Gall shifted his eyes off Dent and back to her. “He told you that?”
“In those words.”
“You don’t say? Huh.” He tilted his head and studied her for a moment. “I’ve never known him to talk about it before.”
She weighed the advisability of asking her next question, but decided she would never know the answer if she didn’t ask. “What happened in the cockpit during that flight that nearly went down? I don’t think either the media or the public got the full story.”
“What has Dent told you about it?”
“Nothing. He changes the subject.”
“Well, then, you won’t hear it from me. If he wants you to know, he’ll tell you his own self.”
Her cell phone rang and when she saw the calling number on the LED, she answered before it could ring a second time. “Olivia? You got my message? How’s Daddy?”
To give her privacy, Gall left the office and rejoined Dent in the hangar.
“Admit it, Ace, it’s a sweet puppy.”
“It’s a nice airplane.”
Gall scoffed at the understatement. “Yeah and Marilyn Mon-roe was a blonde.” He continued to admire the airplane as he said, “The senator wants you bad. He thinks you got a raw deal from the airline.”
“What does he know about—”
“He wants to give you a chance to reinstate—”
“I don’t need to prove—”
“Just shut up a minute and hear me out, okay? He’s now willing to take only ten percent of your charters, and he’s upped the offer on your salary. Upped it a lot. It’s a cream puff of a deal. The guy’s bending over backward to get you to say yes, and you’d be crazy—Are you listening?”
He had been, but he’d become distracted when Bellamy emerged from the office. He had only to look at her face to know that something was dreadfully wrong.
She walked quickly toward them. “It’s Daddy. I’ve got to go to Houston. Can you drive me home right away so I can get my car?”
Dent responded immediately by taking her arm and ushering her toward the Vette. “We’ll get there faster if I drive you.”
“I have a better idea. Fly this down there.” Gall motioned toward the new airplane. “He urged me to put you in the cockpit, give you a taste of it.”
“I’m not insured.”
“He insured you.”
“Without ever flying with me? Or even meeting me?”
“Shows how confident he is. He left it here for you to fly. Says it’ll get rusty otherwise. And the lady here has an emergency.”
Dent turned to Bellamy and took her shoulders between his hands. “Depends on you. I’m type-rated to fly an airplane this size, but I’ve never been in that cockpit.”
She shook her head in apparent confusion.
“It’s like the first time behind the wheel of a new car,” he said. “You gotta familiarize yourself.”
“How long does that take?”
“Coupla hours.”
“I can’t wait that long.”
“Or a coupla minutes.” He gripped her shoulders tighter and said without equivocation. “I can fly it, but it’s your call.”
In under two hours they arrived at the ICU waiting room, where Olivia was sitting alone, hugging her elbows, staring into space. She shot to her feet when she saw Bellamy, but made no move toward her when Dent appeared behind her.
Bellamy asked, “Are we too late?”
“No.” Olivia sat back down as though her legs had given out from under her. “He’s drifting in and out of consciousness. They’re afraid he’ll lapse into a coma. That’s why I called you when I did. This may be your last chance to speak to him.”
Bellamy crossed the room and put her arms around her stepmother. They clung to each other for several minutes, crying together. Eventually Bellamy pulled away and blotted her face with a tissue. “When can I see him?”
“The doctor is with him now. He’s trying to determine if there’s anything viable they can do. The nurse promised to come and get me when we can go in.”
She looked past Bellamy toward Dent, who had come no farther than the doorway. “Dent flew me here,” Bellamy explained. “Fortunately we were able to leave almost immediately after I spoke with you.”
Olivia thanked him with cool politeness.
He acknowledged her thanks with a nod, then said, “I need coffee. Can I get some for either of you?”
They shook their heads in unison. Then, as soon as he was out of sight, Olivia looked at Bellamy with a mix of bewilderment and annoyance.
Bellamy took a deep breath, reasoning that she had just as well be straightforward. “He and I have spent time together and have become better acquainted over the last couple of days. I don’t expect you to understand.”
“Well, thank you for that, because I don’t understand. Not at all.”
“Then at least give me credit for being a grown-up who can make up my own mind about people.”
She hadn’t meant the rebuke to sound as stern as it did. Contritely, she reached for Olivia’s hand and pressed it between hers. “I can see why you and Daddy didn’t consider him an ideal boyfriend for Susan. He wasn’t like the sons of people in your circle. He was unpolished and disrespectful.”
“Our dislike extends beyond his lack of manners, Bellamy. We hold him partially responsible for what happened to Susan.”
The blame was misplaced and grossly unfair, but rather than dwell on that, Bellamy countered more diplomatically. “He didn’t come away unscathed. He’s never gotten over being a suspect.” She paused, then said, “Neither has Steven.”
Chapter 13
Olivia flinched. “Steven?”
“Dent and I went to see him.”
“In Atlanta?”
“We flew there last night and saw him today.”
“How was he?”
“He looked wonderful. He’s definitely in his element. The restaurant is gorgeous, and it was packed for lunch.”
Olivia searched her eyes for a moment, then looked down at their clasped hands. “Did you meet William?”
“Olivia.” Bellamy waited until the other woman was looking her in the eye. “Why am I the last to know that Steven is in a seemingly solid and very happy relationship?”