Christopher Wakling

PROLOGUE"No turning back."The wingtip bounced as Kate's instructor slammed the cockpit door. But his hand was steady, pressed against the window. Pink palm, white fingertips, spread across the glass. The hand left a print which faded slowly."Have fun."He retreated to the clubhouse, framed in the...

PROLOGUENo turning back.The wing tip bounced as Kate's instructor slammed the cockpit door. But his hand was steady, pressed against the window. Pink palm, white fingertips, spread across the glass. The hand left a print, which faded slowly.'Have fun.'He retreated to the clubhouse, framed in the...