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There’s an aircraft at the airport? How could that happen?” She followed the words with a chuckle.
    â€œCute. I thought reporters were supposed be observant. The Bombardier.”
    â€œThe more you talk, the more confused I become.”
    He chortled. “The other business jet. The one taxiing on thetarmac. Look at the tail section. That’s the tall metal thing sticking out of the back of the plane.”
    â€œThat much I know.” She studied the sleek craft. “What about it?”
    â€œThe logo. It doesn’t look familiar to you?”
    â€œShould it?”
    Morgan sighed for effect. “The snake. The feathers.”
    Lisa didn’t know what to say.
    â€œRobert Quetzal was wearing a lapel pin just like that.”
    Lisa furrowed her brow. “How could you see something as small as a lapel pin? Oh, the projection screen.” Her attention had been divided by Quetzal’s speech, the crowd, her notepad, and her recorder. She hadn’t looked at anything beyond the man’s appearance. “That’s his jet?”
    â€œThat’d be my guess.”
    â€œI suppose if I said, ‘Follow that plane,’ you’d get right on it.”
    â€œSure. As long as he’s going to San Antonio.”
    â€œMr. Morgan?”
    Lisa looked forward to the open door. A man in dark pants and a white shirt with a captain’s chevrons on the shoulders’ epaulets stepped into the cabin. A younger man with only three gold stripes on his shoulders followed and then slipped into the cockpit.
    â€œYes, Steve.”
    â€œWe’re ready, sir. With your permission, we’ll see if we can get this thing to fly.”
    Morgan rose and walked forward.
    Lisa sneaked a look at her cell phone, toggled over to the search results, and was about to sign off when she saw a link that caught her eye. It was listed under “News.” She followed the link, which took her to an archived article for an Oklahoma newspaper: O ILMAN’S F AMILY D IES IN P LANE C RASH .
    Fifteen minutes later, the jet took to the air.

A s the jet flew east, Morgan moved across the cabin and took a seat next to one of the port windows. Below, the desert was painted in ever-changing hues of brown. He knew he couldn’t see the area where it happened. It was too many miles away and behind them. Colorado was to their north, the red-painted Utah.
    â€œIs that where it happened?” Lisa’s voice was soft and measured, just loud enough to be heard over the engine noise.
    Morgan tore his eyes away and looked at his guest. “Where what happened?”
    She didn’t answer his question. “Do you know who Horatio G. Spafford was?”
    â€œNo. Should I?”
    She shrugged. “He was a successful lawyer in the late 1800s. He lived what some considered a charmed life. He had fame and more money than he knew what to do with. He was also a man of faith and very involved in the evangelistic movement led by Dwight Moody and others.”
    â€œWhy are you telling me this?”
    She shifted in her chair. “They lost a son to scarlet fever. The boy was only four. Not long after that, the family lost much of its wealth in the great Chicago fire. Still, they remained faithful, and Spafford continued helping in evangelistic work. His wife, Anna, however, still struggled with their losses. They decided to take a cruise to Europe, but a business emergency kept Spafford home. He sent his wife and other children on ahead.”
    â€œThere’s a point to this.” Morgan didn’t like where this was headed.
    â€œThe ship his family was on was rammed and sunk in three miles of water in less than twelve minutes. Out of three hundred and seven passengers, only eighty-one survived. Anna Spafford was one of them. They found her floating unconscious in the water. Later she would describe being towed under by the sinking ship. The current, filled with debris, pulled one of her