Killian looked out the cabin window as the D. Walker Minerals jet he flew in landed on the tarmac. Here he was, back at the little airport Dusty had built outside Red Creek. Through the window he could see two similar planes already parked. Jackson and Dylan. Of course. Rogue was already here, having worked the fourth week of their schedule. Today was the thirty-first of August, and they were right on target for their final meeting.

“Nervous, honey?” Lexie stirred in the seat beside ...