Название: The Missing Heir
Автор: Barbara Dunlop
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: Billionaires and Babies
isbn: 9781472049896
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“Sounds like it all went to hell in the final seconds.” As a pilot, Cole empathized with in-air emergencies. He knew the pilots would have been fighting to safely land the airplane until the very end.
“Early speculation is a combination of icing and wind shear. That’s freakishly rare for Atlanta.”
“We all know how bad that can go.”
“An Alaskan pilot might have helped,” said Luca.
Cole didn’t argue that point. Pilots in Alaska had more experience than most in icy conditions.
He glanced over his shoulder at the headline once again. On a human level, he felt enormous sympathy for those who’d lost their lives, and his heart went out to their friends and family who had to go on without them. But for him personally, Samuel Henderson was nothing but a stranger who’d devastated his mother’s life thirty-two years ago.
By contrast, when his mother, Lauren, had passed away from cancer last year, Cole had mourned her deeply. He still missed her.
“They put up a picture of the baby on the website,” said Luca.
The article had mentioned that Samuel and his beautiful young wife, Coco, had a nine-month-old son, who, luckily, hadn’t accompanied them on the trip. But Samuel’s aging mother and several company executives had been on board when the family jet had crashed into the Atlanta runway.
“Cute kid,” Luca added.
Cole didn’t answer. He hadn’t seen the picture, and he had no plans to look at it. He wasn’t about to engage in the Henderson tragedy on any level.
Luca leaned forward, putting his face closer to Cole’s. “You do get it, right?”
“What’s to get?” Cole took a sideways step and started walking toward a hallway that led to the airline’s offices. November might be Aviation 58’s quietest month, but there was still plenty of work to do.
Luca walked beside him. “The kid, Zachary, is the sole survivor of that entire family.”
“I’m sure he’ll be well cared for.” For the first time, Cole felt an emotional reaction. He wasn’t proud, but it was resentment.
Immediately after their secret marriage in Vegas, Samuel had succumbed to his parents’ pressure to divorce Lauren. As a young woman, she’d walked away, newly pregnant. With only a few thousand dollars to her name, she’d boarded a plane for Alaska, terrified that the powerful family would find out about her baby and take him away from her.
Hidden in Alaska, she’d scraped and saved when Cole was young. Then he’d worked night and day to put himself through flight school and to build his own airline. Zachary, by contrast, would have an army of nannies and protectors to ensure he had everything a little boy could need—from chauffeurs to private schools and ski vacations in Switzerland.
“He’s all alone in the world.” Luca interrupted Cole’s thoughts.
“Hardly,” Cole scoffed.
“You’re his only living relative.”
“I’m not his relative.”
“You’re his half brother.”
“That’s just an accident of genetics.” There was nothing at all tying Cole to Zachary. Their lives were worlds apart.
“He’s only nine months old.”
Cole kept on walking across the cavernous hangar.
“If the Hendersons are as bad as Lauren said they were...” Luca’s voice trailed off again, leaving the bangs and shouts of the maintenance crew to fill in the silence.
Cole picked up his pace. “Those Hendersons are all dead.”
“Except for you and Zachary.”
“I’m not a Henderson.”
“You looked at your driver’s license lately?”
Cole tugged the heavy hallway door open. “You know what I mean.”
“I know exactly what you mean. The jackals in Atlanta might very well be circling an innocent baby, but you’d rather walk away from all this.”
“I don’t have to walk away from this. I was never involved in it to begin with.”
Cole’s operations manager, Carol Runions, poked her head out of her office. “One seventy-two has gone mechanical.”
Cole glanced at his watch. Flight 172, a ninety-passenger commuter jet, was due to take off for Seattle in twenty minutes. “Is maintenance on board?” he asked Carol.
“They’re on their way out there now. You want me to prep Five Bravo Sierra?”
“What’s the problem?” Luca asked her.
“Indicator light for cabin pressure.”
“Probably a faulty switch,” said Cole. “But let’s warm up Five Bravo Sierra.”
“You got it,” said Carol, heading back into her office.
“If we take the Citation, we can be there in four hours,” said Luca.
Cole stared at his partner in confusion. “There are ninety passengers on 172.” The Citation seated nine.
“I meant you and me.”
“Why would we go to Seattle?” And why did Luca think it would take them four hours to get there?
“Atlanta,” said Luca.
Cole’s jaw went lax.
“You gotta do it,” said Luca.
No, he didn’t. And Cole was done with talking about the Henderson family. Without answering, he turned to walk away, shaking his head as he went.
“You gotta do it,” Luca called after him. “You know as well as I do, the jackals are already circling.”
“Not my problem,” Cole called back.
The Atlanta Hendersons had gotten along perfectly well without him up to now. He had no doubt their i’s were dotted and t’s crossed for every possible life or death contingency. They didn’t need him, and he didn’t want them.
* * *
Amber Welsley folded her hands on the top of the massive inlaid-maple table in the formal dining room of the Henderson family mansion. She was one of a dozen people riveted on Max Cutter at the table’s head. Max’s suit was well cut, his gray hair neatly trimmed and his weathered expression was completely inscrutable as he drew a stack of papers from his leather briefcase.
From the finely upholstered chair next to hers, Amber’s friend Destiny Frost leaned in close. “Six СКАЧАТЬ