The 22nd Secret (129 page)

“
S
on of
a
bi
t
c
h,”
whisp
er
e
d one
of the
two voi
c
e
s
f
r
om
t
he
snow.
“
L
ook
a
t
t
h
a
t p
l
a
ne. Th
e
y
’
re
l
e
a
vi
n
g
.”

The
thr
e
e
t
ea
ms
on p
a
trol
si
m
ul
t
a
n
e
ous
l
y
r
a
dio
e
d
C
a
ptains
C
a
rn
e
s
. Th
e
ir
m
e
ss
a
g
es
w
e
re identic
a
l – Mitch
e
ll
a
nd the
g
irl
w
e
r
e d
e
p
a
rting
t
h
e
loc
a
t
i
on
b
y
plan
e
. Tom
h
a
d b
ee
n
g
iven o
n
e
of the
ra
dios
t
he
te
a
m used
so he
c
ould
m
oni
t
or
the
a
c
t
i
vi
t
y
f
r
om h
i
s mo
t
e
l r
o
om
i
n
B
ea
r
B
r
ea
th.

“
B
lue
B
e
r
r
y
, th
i
s is
B
a
d
B
o
y
,”
Tom’s
r
a
dio c
r
ac
k
l
e
d to
l
if
e
.
“
Y
ou
c
o
p
y
that
last tr
a
nsm
i
ss
i
o
n
?
Ov
er
.”

Tom l
a
y
on his b
e
d look
i
ng
up
a
t
t
he
ce
i
l
i
n
g, kn
o
wing
that
f
o
r the
f
irst
t
i
m
e
since
he
met
P
a
m Kol
l
e
r she
w
a
s no
l
on
g
e
r his r
e
spons
i
bi
l
i
t
y
.
He
wond
e
r
e
d if Mi
t
c
h
e
ll
d
ec
ided it w
a
s t
i
me
f
or them to d
i
s
a
pp
ea
r.

“
B
lue
B
e
r
r
y
. You
c
o
p
y
?
Ov
e
r
?
”
The
ra
dio
i
nte
r
r
u
pted his thou
g
hts.

He
thou
g
ht
a
bout
i
t ag
a
i
n
.
M
a
y
b
e
th
e
y
w
e
re
just
going for
a
r
ide.
M
a
y
be
it
w
a
sn’t
a
n
y
of his business
a
n
y
mo
r
e
. M
a
y
b
e
it
w
a
s M
i
tch
e
l
l
’s
a
n
d
P
a
m’s p
r
oblem wh
a
t
t
h
e
y
w
e
r
e
doing.
He
f
e
lt l
i
ke
a
fa
th
e
r l
e
t
t
ing
his c
h
i
l
d
g
o Tom r
e
ac
h
e
d o
v
e
r
to
t
he
ni
g
hts
t
a
nd, pick
e
d
up the
ra
di
o
,
a
nd d
e
p
re
ssed the
s
e
nd but
t
on.

“
This
i
s
B
lue Be
r
r
y
.
I
c
o
pied th
a
t
. Ov
er
.”

“
You
wa
nt us to
t
r
y
a
nd
s
top
t
h
e
m?
Ov
e
r
.
”

Tom thou
g
ht for
a
mo
me
n
t
. He
w
a
nted to s
a
y
y
es
.
He
w
a
nted to
s
a
y
it
w
a
s
too dang
e
rous for
them to
l
ea
ve
n
o
w.
H
e
w
a
nted to s
a
y
s
h
e
c
ou
l
dn’t le
a
ve
without
more
s
ec
u
r
i
t
y
. He
k
n
e
w he h
a
d to
l
e
t
g
o.
H
e
kn
e
w
h
e
h
a
d to
l
e
t M
i
tch
e
ll
d
ec
i
d
e
.

“
N
e
g
a
t
i
v
e
, do not
i
nte
r
fere, ov
e
r
a
nd out.”
H
e
w
o
uld c
a
ll
a
f
ri
e
nd
a
t
t
he
F
AA
a
nd find out wh
e
re
th
e
y
w
e
r
e
g
oi
n
g
.
Th
a
t
i
s if Mitch
e
ll
f
i
l
e
d a
f
l
i
g
ht p
l
a
n.

J
i
m r
a
dioed the
tow
e
r
a
t
Be
a
r Bre
a
t
h
. He
r
e
qu
e
st
e
d
a
nd w
a
s
g
r
a
nted a
fli
g
h
t p
l
a
n to An
c
horag
e
.
P
a
m’s
e
x
c
i
t
e
ment
g
r
e
w
a
s
J
im
ea
s
e
d
t
he
throttle
out
a
nd the pl
a
ne
b
e
g
a
n to
g
l
i
de
ac
ross the smooth
l
a
k
e
.
T
h
e
re
w
a
s
a
sl
i
g
ht br
ee
z
e
a
nd the s
k
y
w
a
s a
c
risp
d
ee
p blue. The b
r
i
g
htness of
t
h
e
s
k
y
a
nd
snow g
a
ve
e
v
e
r
y
th
i
n
g
c
r
isp ed
g
e
s.
J
im
ta
x
ied to
t
he
fa
r
e
nd of
the l
a
k
e
.

“
I
t
’s so po
w
e
r
f
ul and s
m
oot
h
,”
P
a
m said as
J
im
s
t
ee
r
e
d to
w
a
rd the
dis
t
a
nt
t
r
e
e
-
l
i
n
e
d shore
a
nd id
l
e
d the
e
n
g
ine.

J
i
m d
i
d a
f
inal
c
h
ec
k of
t
he
plan
e
s co
n
trols and
g
a
u
g
e
s.
“
You
a
in’t
s
ee
n no
th
ing
y
e
t.”
He
ea
s
e
d the th
r
ot
t
le out
a
g
a
in and the
plane
smooth
l
y
a
c
c
e
le
ra
t
e
d
a
c
ross the
s
now
c
ov
e
r
e
d lake.
J
im
c
ont
i
nu
e
d to slow
l
y
pull
the th
r
ot
t
le out
a
nd the pl
a
n
e’
s sp
e
e
d b
e
g
a
n
to dr
a
matic
a
l
l
y
in
c
r
e
a
s
e
.
W
h
e
n Jim s
t
opp
e
d inc
re
a
sing
the th
r
ot
t
le
a
nd the
t
a
il
of the
plane
r
o
t
a
ted
u
p
,
P
a
m w
a
s sure
J
im h
a
d it
wide
op
e
n
a
nd w
o
uld soon l
i
ft it off
the
f
roz
e
n lak
e
. H
e
r
e
y
e
s
w
e
re
f
o
c
used
on the shor
e
l
i
ne
a
s it
a
ppr
o
ac
h
e
d
a
t
80 M
P
H.
S
he
looked
a
t
J
i
m
, who
wa
s co
n
fid
e
nt
l
y
sm
i
l
i
ng
a
nd look
i
ng
str
a
i
g
ht ah
e
a
d
,
w
i
t
h his h
a
nd
st
i
ll
on what Pam believed was the
w
ide
-
op
e
n throttle.