Page 175 of Sin City Lights

“This will be an extremely difficult landing. It could be unsurvivable,” she heard the expert declare with conviction.

Oh my God.

“It would take a very talented pilot to—”

Heart in her throat, head spinning, Eve managed to stumble out of the break room. In the hallway, she broke into a run, nearly crashing into an ultrasound cart.

Kira’s brows shot up.“What’s going on?”

Eve snatched her purse off her desk.

“I have to go.”

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“Stay tuned for continuing coverage of the dramatic situation at LasVegas Airport, where a LarsAir—”

Eve switched off the radio. They were talking only gloom and doom, and she was already shaking from the stress. Traffic was light, but every signal she approached seemed to turn red just as she got there, and by the time she reached Lars, her palms were wet, and she was ready to scream.

Turning into the parking lot, she spotted Ian walking across in long, swift strides.

Eve shoved the gearshift into park. She rushed out of her Subaru and slammed the door behind her, not bothering to lock it.

“Ian!”

Ian looked up and halted. His eyes widened.

She rushed toward him, heart in her throat.“You going there?”

He nodded, pointing to the blue-and-white LarsAir courtesy vehicle. She darted to the Mercedes and scrambled into the passenger seat.

He slid behind the wheel, and they were off in seconds. Eve clicked her seat belt.

No time for pleasantries.“Do you know anything?”

He shook his head.

She swallowed and pressed her clenched fist to her mouth, trying to quell the panic.

Ian looked over at her.“He will be glad to see you.” His voice was calm. It helped a little.

“Tell me it’s going to be OK.” She needed him to say it.

Ian was somber.“He’s a great pilot, Eve. If anyone can bring that plane down safely, it’s my brother.”

He seemed convinced. She nodded.

Please be right, Ian. Please, be right.

Adam

“What do we have?”

“We do have engines, we can go up and down, and we can turn left. With almost full rudder deflection and some asymmetric thrust, I can keep heading,” Adam told Devon.

“What don’t we have?”

Adam used his sleeve to wipe the sweat off his brow. “No ability to turn to the right, no flaps. I didn’t cycle the gear. That’s still unknown.”

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