curious face, but he didnât pursue the point. âWell, hereâs the long and the short of it. We donât know much more now than we did twelve hours ago. The Cessna carrying your son and his friend apparently left around five oâclock last night, on their way to Salt Lake City. To our knowledge, they never arrived, and we presume that they have crashed.â
Heâd never get used to hearing the words spoken aloud. âBut you know where they are, right?â
âI canât imagine how difficult this must be for you, Mr. OâToole,â the chief said.
âCall me Brandon, please. I asked you if you know where the plane went down.â
Whitestone signaled the answer with a sigh. âWell, weâd like to think so. I mean, we know they started at SkyTop around four-thirty or five and presume they headed for the main airport in Salt Lake City, but the fact is they never filed a flight plan, so we donât know anything for sure.â
âBut, we know generally,â Brandon prompted. âAssuming that they were headed where they said. And frankly, where else would they go?â
âLike I said, I hope we do. With this storm blowing, though, we havenât had a chance till this morning to actually go out looking for them.â
Brandon pressed harder. âBut if you know point A and you know point B, and you know how long they were in the air, then you must have a decent idea where the wreckage would be. Hell, when the Kennedy kid crashed a couple of years ago, they were able to pinpoint a spot in the ocean just from radar.â
Whitestoneâs face grew even darker. âUnfortunately, that was New York and Boston. This is Utah. Because your sonâs plane was flying outside the normal flight paths, no one was paying too much attention. They had no transponder, so they were difficult to track. In the middle of a storm like that, itâs my understanding that itâs easy for a small plane to get lost in the ground clutter. Mind you, this is information Iâve only learned myself in the past few hours. As for plotting them on a map, thatâs what weâre hoping to do. But it was damned windy out there last night. It could beâ¦Well, thereâs certainly plenty of hope that weâll find them right where theyâre supposed to be.â
While the chiefâs words said hope, Brandon noted that everything else projected the opposite. âIsnât there some sort of locator beacon on the plane?â
This time, Whitestone knew that his words would hurt. âNot this aircraft, no. Frankly, to be compliant with FAA regulations, it should have. Unfortunately, it appears that Cody Jamieson wasnât always a rule-follower.â
âJesus Christ,â Brandon spat. âIf that son of a bitch survived, I swear to God Iâll kill him myself. So, youâre telling me weâre looking for a needle in a haystack.â
âIâm not sure Iâd characterize it quite that wayââ
âDonât bullshit me, goddammit!â Brandon boomed, and then he backed off right away. âIâm sorry.â
Whitestone shook it off. âNo need. Youâve got to be frazzled. How did you get here, anyway? The airports are closed, and so are the roads.â
Brandon shrugged. âYouâll have to talk to the pilot about the airport, but those barricades donât really close a road. They just provide an extra obstacle. Besides, nothing performs like a rental car. So, tell me about your search efforts so far. You have crews hiking up into the mountains?â
âWhere would I send them to? Like I said, we donât knowââ
âWhat about airplanes?â
âThe Air National Guard has provided an airplane to monitor radio frequencies for distress calls, but for the time beingââ
âI meant search planes.â
Whitestone set his jaw. âPlease, Mr. OâToole. Brandon. I
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