We arrived at CrystalSky in late afternoon the next day. I drove directly to my sailplane trailer, opened it and was looking inside when Dan drove up and walked over.
"Everything is OK. That FAA inspector nearly took everything apart. That other man with him paid me to help. You got a free annual aircraft inspection and then some. They took the parachute away and brought it back with a certified repack. It's back where it is normally stored. I have to ask you a favor."
"Sure, but first, I would like to introduce you to my fiancé, Tina Quail."
I caught her off guard. Dan got an 'Oh my God!' kind of stare and handshake.
"I have talked to the field owner, and he would like to keep what went on out here quiet. He doesn't want other sailplane pilots worrying about the safety of their equipment."
"Agreed, I think everyone has already forgotten about it. I know I have."
I mused to myself that some people in the FBI and Mr. S. would be thinking about it for a while longer.
Dan started to walk away and turned to say, "We have a great soaring forecast for tomorrow. You will want to get ready early."