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"Hold the line while I connect with the house with your phone calling"

Glen put his hand over the receiver and looked at his brother "LA Hurry" Yet even he knew the word hurryin an airplane There was only so much power they could use, with only so few hours in the air to make their destination

Glen closed his eyes while he heard the phone tick off each ring as if it were a death bell toward a cemetery

On the fourth one, she picked up with a tired voice "Hello?"

He tried to stay calot home"

"I, ahjust walked in the door" She hesitated "There was traffic LA, ya know?"

"I’m on the plane, just about ready to take off"

The sound of sniffles e "I wish you’d reconsider Itit’s late"

They’d already discussed this

"I told you I was co"

"UhmI know I’m just really tired"

She did sound exhausted

"Are you crying?"

She sniffled over the phone "Bad day with the rock thrower I’m still sick" He heard her choke back another tear and Glen bit his lip to keep fro it a second time Mary didn’t cryhe hadn’t seen her shed one tear since he met her

"I’ll be there in a few hours I have my key, I’ll letwhat she said next would tell hiain for the stuffed giraffe"

Glen squeezed his eyes shut and forced his hand to relax on his phone to avoid breaking it

"You’re welco I promise"

"Okay Good-bye, Glen" Oh, fuck!

He heard the click on the phone and waited until the security guy said so

"Mr Fairchild?"

"She’s in trouble! Get the police there Now!"

"Are you positive?"

"I’ll bet my life on it"

Glen dropped the phone in his lap and stared down the runway "Get this fucking bird in the air"

"That wasn’t so hard, was it?" Kent’s lips were close enough to her ear she felt his breath on her cheek