“Yes, they’ve crashed. I’ve coordinated the rescue efforts, and to this point, they haven’t been able to locate them.”

“Somehow it’s not working.”

“How does that happen, Lane? Dad’s not that careless.”

“I don’t have all the answers, Elaine. You know as much as I do.”

She doubted that, and took a collective breath. “What do I need to do?”

“Nothing. Just sit tight and pray they’re okay. I’m working on it from here.”

She took another breath to control the vile words rising in her throat, because she couldn’t remember the last time he worked on anything but his career. His family wasn’t any exception. She started scribbling notations on the pad next to the phone. “How long have they been missing?”

“Less than twenty-four hours,” he answered. He waited for her response. Surprisingly she was quiet. “By the way,” he started cautiously, changing the subject. “I ran into Jack the other day. He’s organizing a company in the DC area. He mentioned to me that you haven’t signed the papers. Is there a problem? Do I need to look them over again?”

“No on both counts, Lane. Twenty-four hours?” she asked, bombarding him with a series of questions to see just how on top of things he was. “What efforts are they putting into finding them? Was the plane on radar? How long after takeoff did they go down? Who can I contact at the airport in Juneau?”

“I told you I was taking care of it,” he insisted.

“That’s not good enough, Lane. They are my parents, too.”

“Sam Winston is the contact at the airport. But I have a congressional representative from Alaska coordinating with the Coast Guard and the Alaska National Guard. Everything is under control, Elaine. Just let me handle it from here. You just sign your divorce papers. Get on with your life, and let Jack get on with his.”

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