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“I’ve got to save the Berlin Heart.”
With a sharp crack, the window fractured and pulled loose. Paul shielded Maggie’s body with his.
It could not be true that she was sitting in a crashing plane and the device that would save her father’s life was going down with it. Not now, not when she had a chance to fix things.
She peeked behind her at Paul. He had his eyes closed, his lips moving.
He was praying to a God she used to know, a God that let little children die in pain and adults live in agony.
She wished in that moment she still had someone to pray to, to help her with the fear that choked the breath out of her.
“Paul, are we going to die?”
He pushed his hand through the gap between the chairs and squeezed her hand. “We’ll make it.”
She was grateful for the lie.
DANA MENTINK
lives in California with her family. Dana and her husband met doing a dinner theater production of The Velveteen Rabbit. In college, she competed in national speech and debate tournaments. Besides writing novels, Dana taste-tests for the National Food Lab and freelances for a local newspaper. In addition to her work with Steeple Hill Books, she writes cozy mysteries for Barbour Books. Dana loves feedback from her readers. Contact her at www.danamentink.com.
TURBULENCE
Dana
Mentink
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Do not let kindness and truth leave you;
Bind them around your neck,
Write them on the tablet of your heart,
So you will find favor and good repute
In the sight of God and man.
—Proverbs 3:3–4
To my own little ones,
who carry my heart around with them
wherever they go.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
LETTER TO READER
QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION
ONE
The box was plain metal, the color of tarnished silver.
Maddie Lambert watched as Dr. Wrigley slid it carefully onto the bench seat of the jet her father had chartered. He fastened it down with bungee cords. Odd, she thought. The box was so painfully ordinary. She’d imagined it would be more impressive somehow.
Wrigley checked his watch and took a seat on one side of the box, the cabin lights shining on his bald head as he peered at the screen of his phone.
Stomach knotted, she shouldered her bag more firmly and squeezed down the aisle to greet him.
“Dr. Wrigley.”
He looked startled. “Ms. Lambert. I had no idea you would be on the flight.”
The man hunched on the other end of the bench seat straightened abruptly.
“Paul?” She gasped, momentarily forgetting about Dr. Wrigley and his cargo.
“Maddie.”
Two syllables and in them she heard a lifetime of anguish. Maybe the grief was not in his voice, but still ringing in her own ears after a year going on eternity. A wave of emotion shuddered through her so strongly she bit her lip to keep from screaming. They’d agreed to stay out of each other’s lives. There was too much pain; the past would forever be an impossible wedge between them. She fought to keep her voice steady. “What are you doing on this plane, Paul?”
Dr. Paul Ford stood, tall and lanky, and shook away the hair that perpetually hung in his eyes. Wrigley eyed them both as if they were a couple of live grenades just rolled down the aisle.
Paul raised his hand slightly, as if he meant to take her cold fingers in his.
She tightened her grip on the bag, nails digging into the nylon strap, and forced herself to stare into his gray eyes.
Paul shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans, his gaze roving her face as if he had left something there long ago. “I wanted to be here, unofficially, to escort Dr. Wrigley, in case he needed anything.”
The pilot stepped into the cabin. The copilot peered in from behind him, a concerned look on his face, and holding a carton with two coffees. “Ms. Lambert? Is there a problem? This gentleman showed proper
