are helicopters coming here?”
I checked my watch once more.
“Because tomorrow morning, I’m buying the airport company Dad has spent twenty years trying to impress.”
For the first time that Thanksgiving, nobody laughed.
Dad followed me into the foyer.
“Buying what company?”
I slipped into my coat.
“Northeast Aero Services.”
His face tightened.
That name meant something to him.
For twenty-one years, Dad had owned Bennett Precision Components, a small manufacturer that produced specialized brackets and housings for aviation maintenance firms.
Northeast Aero Services was one of the biggest
