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NICHOLAS BOOTHMAN
pulled in the parking lot at the exact moment a blue
and white Robinson helicopter with SkyValley Tours
painted on the side set down about a fifty feet to the
right of the Escalade.
Mannie scooted around the limo and tugged my
door open. Without speaking he waved me in the
direction of the chopper. I didn’t move. He cupped his
hands and yelled “Go.”
I hesitated, my mind racing with doubts. But
something about Julia's voice, about Mannie's knowing
smile, made me take a deep breath and step forward.
The passenger door on the chopper opened and a
dark-haired woman in a purple skirt and white blouse
got out and held on to the door. She waved at me to
hurry. I could see a younger woman at the flight
controls talking into a headset. Julia?
A crowd started to gather. The fascination with
helicopters goes far beyond the people that fly in them.
The mystique and romance they hold is the stuff of
dreams - a symbol of wealth, power and authority.
“Go go go now,” said Mannie above the thwuping
of the blades.
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