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a request to match it with the parent aircraft. I’ll also make a call to the National Transportation Safety Board in Washington, who will tell me if they show any lost commercial Stratocruisers over the continental United States.”
    “And if one turns up missing?”
    “The FAA will launch an official investigation into the mystery,” Dolan said. “And then we’ll see what turns up.”
    Pitt spent the next two days in a chartered helicopter, crisscrossing the mountains in ever-widening search-grid patterns. Twice he and the pilot spotted crash sites, but they turned out to be marked and known wrecks. After several hours in the air-his buttocks numb from sitting, the rest of his body exhausted from the engine’s vibration and from the buffeting by surging drafts and crosswinds-he was genuinely thankful when Loren’s cabin came into view and the pilot set the copter down in a nearby meadow.
    The skids sank into the soft brown grass and the blades ceased their thump and idled to a stop. Pitt unclasped his safety belt, opened the door, and climbed out, luxuriating in a series of muscle stretches.
    “Same time tomorrow, Mr. Pitt?” The pilot had an Oklahoma twang, and a short-cropped haircut to go with it.
    Pitt nodded. “We’ll angle south and try the lower end of the valley.” “You figuring on skipping the slopes above timberline?” “If a plane crashed in the open, it wouldn’t go missing for thirty years.” “You can never tell. I remember an Air Force jet trainer that smacked the side of a mountain down in the San Juans. The impact caused an avalanche and the plane’s debris was buried. The victims are still under the rock.”
    “I suppose that’s a remote possibility,” Pitt said wearily.
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    “If you want my opinion, sir, that’s the only possibility.” The pilot paused to blow his nose. “A small, light plane might fall through the trees and become hidden till eternity, but not a four-engine airliner. No way pine and aspen could conceal wreckage that size. And even if it did happen, some hunter would have surely stumbled on it by now.”
    “I’m open to any theory that pans out,” said Pitt. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Loren running across the meadow from the cabin. He slammed the door and waved off the pilot, turning and not bothering to look back as the engine whined into life. The craft lifted and droned over the tops of the surrounding trees.
    Loren leaped into his arms, breathless from her dash in the thin air. She looked alive and vibrant in tight white slacks and red turtleneck sweater. Her.elegantly molded face seemed to glow in the late-afternoon sun, the slanted light heightening the effect by tinting her skin to gold. He twirled her around and pressed his tongue through her lips, staring into a pair of liquid violet eyes that stared right back. It never failed to amuse Pitt that Loren forever kept her eyes open when kissing or making love, claiming that she didn’t want to miss anything.
    At last she came up for air and pushed him away, wrinkling her nose. “Whew, you stink.”
    “Sorry about that, but sitting behind the plastic bubble of a helicopter all day is like dehydrating in a greenhouse.”
    “You don’t have to make excuses. There’s something about a masculine musk smell that turns women on. Of course, the fact that you also reek of gas and oil doesn’t help any.”
    “Then I shall immediately pass Go and proceed to the shower.”
    She glanced at her watch. “Later. If we hurry, you might still catch him.”
    “Catch who?”
    “Harvey Dolan. He called.”
    “How? You have no telephone.”
    “All I know is a forest ranger came by and said you were supposed to call Dolan at his office. It was important.”
    “Where do we find a phone?”
    “Where else? The Rafertys’.”
    Lee was in town, but Maxine was only too happy to show Pitt to the telephone. She sat him down at an old-fashioned rolltop desk and handed him the receiver. The operator