This is where the true story begins.....I had always gone camping and fishing with my Dad every summer to Canada and this one summer when I was 12 we ...ecided to go way up north to this remote campground. Really roughing it...During the morning we would fish and in the afternoon i would head off exploring the woods and leave my Dad to his nap. One day I found this cool hiking trail that headed to a remote section of the campground. It passed by some old trailers that I thought were vacant but. The company said that the suit against them was bogus and they couldn’t be expected to know what their employees were doing away from the office. Chuck played them the tape of my phone call to Amber and said:“Your receptionist knew how to place the call without a name being mentioned and you claim you didn’t know? Everyone else in the building seems to know and you expect me to believe that no one in management had a clue?”They made an offer and Chuck told me it was probably the best we could. On the plane, they had hugged and thanked him, but he had tried to stay away from them as much as he could, afraid of the bond that might be formed if he allowed his feelings to show. Staying away wasn't an option any longer, whether he liked it or not. Now, he was responsible for them. He stood looking at them, suddenly realizing that he had almost twenty-four hours of beard on his face, and hadn't showered since he had gotten back.Crap, I must smell. I look like shit. They're going to be. Inertia, girl. You got it. Lots more of it."I saw her head bob, nodding. "Yessir." Who's steering?" Stoney asked."I am," Wally answered.We taxied down the length of the runway. At the end, Cindy read off the checklist as Wally checked TWO engines. I know her mind's going at lightspeed in all this.He kept talking. "Pay close attention to your engines. If something's not right, don't fly." Yessir." Seriously. You don't want engine failure on takeoff." Yessir." Okay, Cindy," he said. "You can't.