TransGlobe Air Flight 402

摘要

Paul Redding slung his holdall in the back of his car in the cool darkness before dawn and went back into the house to call out "goodbye" to his wife, who was still in bed, trying to sleep. "See you on Thursday. Me and the boys will send you a card from Vegas." He grinned as he slammed the front door behind him. One more shift and then he was off. Vegas would've been fun, but what he was planning would be a different type of gamble. The car spluttered a few times and then died. Paul swore at it, pumped at the gas and then turned the key again. It turned over and then ground into life. "Thank you," he said out loud. This day, of all days, he needed things to go smoothly.