Vanessa’s expensive handbag.
“We had eight years to talk.”
Then I walked outside.
At 6:52 the following morning, I entered Hangar Four at Bradley International Airport.
The Connecticut dawn was gray and bitterly cold.
Bright hangar lights reflected off the polished floor and illuminated three dark-blue helicopters marked with the silver Bennett Air Mobility logo.
Captain Elena Mercer stood beside the nearest aircraft with a tablet in her hand.
“Morning, boss.”
“Morning.”
“Aircraft Two had a minor sensor fault. Maintenance cleared it at 2:10 a.m.”
“Documentation?”
“In
