Arlene and JeffChapter 58
Fred sat outside the RV in the near darkness, the closest streetlight a block away. The folding chair creaked as he crossed his legs and swapped the cell phone to his other ear, holding the instrument in position with his shoulder as he retied a shoelace and talked to Jeff. "Buddy," Jeff said from one of the small sitting rooms in his mountain home, "I can call Madison and he'll bust his ass to have that plane here as fast as he can. I'm not familiar with the airports in Florida where...