The Captain Knew Me Before the Passenger Did

“You know Jenks?”

“He flies medevac in Missouri now. Limp of his own. Talks too much.”

I barked out a laugh. “That tracks.”

Warren reached inside his jacket pocket.

Another folded paper.

This one old. Creased to death.

He handed it to me.

It was a photocopy of a casualty evacuation log. Date. Coordinates. Aircraft tail number. Crew list.

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