“Very good, sir.”
Rayford parked at O’Hare and hurried through the terminal to the underground control center and Earl Halliday’s office. Earl had been his chief pilot for years, and Rayford had grown from being one of his best young pilots to one of his veteran stars. Rayford felt fortunate to be at a place now where he and Earl could speak in shorthand, cutting through the bureaucratic red tape and getting to the heart of matters.
Earl was waiting outside his office door and looking at his watch when Rayford approached. “Good,” Earl said. “C’mon in.”
“Nice to see you, too,” Rayford said, tucking his cap under his arm as he sat.
Earl sat in the only other chair in his cluttered office, the one behind his desk. “We’ve got a problem,” he began.
“Thanks for easing into it,” Rayford said. “Did Edwards write me up for, what did you call it, proselytizing?”
“That’s only one part of the problem. If it wasn’t for that, I’d be sitting here giving you some incredible news.”
“Such as?”
“First tell me if I misunderstood you. When I first came down on you about talking about God on the job, you said you had to think about it. I said if you’d just assure me you’d back off, I’d make the write-up by Edwards go away. Right?”
“Right.”
“Now, when you agreed to go to Dallas today to recertify, shouldn’t I have been able to assume that meant you were going to play ball?”
“Not entirely. And I suppose you’re wondering how my recert went.”
“I already know how it went, Ray!” Earl snapped. “Now answer my question! Are you saying you went down there to get your papers on the ’seven-seven and all the while you had no intention of backing off from sounding so religious on the job?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Say what you mean, then, Ray! You’ve never played games with me, and I’m too old for this. You hit me with all that church and Rapture stuff, and I was polite, wasn’t I?”
“A little too polite.”
“But I took it as a friend, just like you listen to me when I brag about my kids, right?”
“I wasn’t bragging about anything.”
“No, but you were excited about it. You found something that gave you comfort and helped explain your losses, and I say, great, whatever makes your boat float. You started pressing me about coming to church and reading my Bible and all that, and I told you, kindly I hope, that I considered that personal and that I would appreciate it if you’d lay off.”
“And I did. Though I still pray for you.”
“Well, hey, thanks. I also told you to watch it on the job, but no, you were still too new to it, still flush with the novelty of it, high as a guy who’s just found the latest get-rich-quick scheme. So what do you do? You start pushing Nick Edwards, of all people. He’s a comer, Ray, and people in high places here like him.”
“I like him, too. That’s why I care about him and his future.”
“Yeah, all right, but he made it pretty clear he didn’t want to hear any more, just like I did. You let up on me, so why couldn’t you let up on him?”
“I thought I did.”
“You thought you did.” Earl pulled a file from his drawer and fingered his way to a certain page. “Then you deny telling him, and I quote, ‘I don’t care what you think of me’?”
“That’s a little out of context, but, no, I wouldn’t deny the spirit of that. All I was saying was that—”
“I know what you were saying, Ray, all right, because you said it to me, too! I told you I didn’t want to see you become one of these wild-eyed fanatics who thinks he’s better than everybody else and tries to get ’em saved. You said you just cared about me, which I appreciate, but I said you were getting close to losing my respect.”
“And I said I didn’t care.”
“Well, can’t you see how insulting that is?”
“Earl, how can I insult you when I care enough about your eternal soul to risk our friendship? I told Nick the same thing I told you, that what people feel about me isn’t that important anymore. Part of me still cares, sure. Nobody wants to be seen as a fool. But if I don’t tell you about Christ just because I’m worried about what you’ll think of me, what kind of friend would I be?”
Earl sighed and shook his head, staring at the file again. “So, you contend that Nick took you out of context, but everything you just said is right here in this report.”
“It is?”
“It is.”
Rayford cocked his head. “What do you know about that? He heard me. He got the point.”
“He certainly must not have agreed with the point. Otherwise, why this?” Earl shut the folder and slapped it.
“Earl, I was right where you and Nick are the night before the disappearances. I—”
“I’ve heard all this,” Earl said.
“I’m just saying I understand your position. I was almost estranged from my wife because I thought she had become a fanatic.”
“You told me.”
“But my point now is that she had become a fanatic. She was right! She was proven right!”
“Rayford, if you want to preach, why don’t you get out of aviation and into the ministry?”
“Are you firing me?”
“I hope I don’t have to.”
“Do you want me to apologize to Nicky, tell him I realized I pushed him too far but that my intentions were good?”
“I wish it was that easy.”
“Isn’t that what you offered the other day?”
“Yes! And I upheld my end of the bargain. I have not copied this file to Personnel or to my superiors, and I told Nicky I wouldn’t. I said I would keep it, that it would become a permanent part of my personal file on you as my subordinate—”
“Which means nothing.”
“Of course, you and I know that, and Nick is no dummy either. But it seemed to satisfy him. I assumed that your going to Dallas for recert was your way of telling me you heard what I was saying and that we were helping each other out.”
Rayford nodded. “I had planned to be more judicious and try to be sure I didn’t get you into trouble defending me for my actions.”
“I didn’t mind doing this, Ray. You’re worth it. But you turned around and pulled the same stunt this morning. What were you thinking?”
Rayford flinched and sat back. He set his hat on the desk and held out both hands, palms up. “This morning? What are you talking about? I thought it went well, perfect in fact. Didn’t I pass?”
Earl leaned across the desk and scowled. “You didn’t pull the same thing with your examiner this morning that you’ve pulled with me and Nick and every other first officer you’ve worked with for the past few weeks?”
“Talk to him about God, you mean?”
“Yes!”
“No! In fact, I felt a little guilty about it. I said hardly anything to him. He was pretty severe, giving me the usual prattle about what he was and wasn’t there for.”
“You didn’t preach at him?”
Rayford shook his head, trying to remember if he had done or said anything that could be misconstrued. “No. I didn’t hide my Bible. Usually it’s in my flight bag, but I had it out when I first met him, because I’d been reading it in the van. Hey, are you sure this complaint didn’t come from the van driver? He saw me reading and asked about it, and we discussed what had happened.”
“Your usual.”
Rayford nodded. “But I didn’t get any negative reaction from him.”
“Neither did I. This complaint comes from your examiner.”
“I don’t understand it,” Rayford said. “You believe me, don’t you, Earl?”
“I wish I did,” Earl said. “Now don’t give me that look. I know we’ve been friends a long time, and I never once thought you lied to me. Remember that time you voluntarily grounded yourself because you didn’t think your flight was going out and you’d had a few drinks?”<
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“I even offered to pay for another pilot.”
“I know. But what am I supposed to think now, Ray? You say you didn’t hassle this guy. I want to believe you. But you’ve done it to me and to Nick and to others. I gotta think you did it this morning, too.”
“Well, I’m going to have to talk with this guy,” Rayford said.
“No, you’re not.”
“What, I can’t confront my accuser? Earl, I didn’t say a word to the man about God. I wish I had, especially if I’m going to have to take grief for it. I want to know why he said that. It had to be a misunderstanding, some secondhand complaint from the van driver, but like I say, I didn’t sense any resistance from him. He must have said something to the examiner, though. Otherwise, where would the examiner even get the idea that I’ve done this before, unless the Bible just set him off?”
“I can’t imagine the van driver having any contact with the examiner. Why would he, Ray?”
“I’m at a loss, Earl. I’m not sure I would have apologized if I had legitimately been in trouble for this, so I sure can’t apologize for something I didn’t do.”
Buck recalled Rosenzweig telling him how the president had offered to come to New York to meet with Carpathia, but out of his vast humility, Nicolae had insisted on going to Washington. Now Carpathia casually has his personal assistant send word that he’ll be late? Had he planned this? Was he systematically letting everyone know where they stood with him?
A few minutes later Hattie knocked and entered.
“Mr. Secretary-General,” she said, “President Fitzhugh is sending Air Force One for you.”
“Oh, tell him that will not be necessary,” Carpathia said.
“Sir, he said it’s already in the air and that you should come at your leisure. The pilot will let the White House know when you’re on your way.”
“Thank you Ms. Durham,” Carpathia said. And to Buck, “What a nice man! You have met him?”
Buck nodded. “My first Newsmaker of the Year subject.”
“His first or second time winning?”
“His second.” Buck marveled anew at the encyclopedic memory of the man. Was there any doubt who the subject of this year’s Newsmaker would be? It was an assignment Buck did not relish.
Earl shifted nervously. “Well, let me tell you, this comes at the worst possible time. The new Air Force One, which is scheduled to go into service next week, is a seven-seven-seven.”
Rayford was nonplussed. The note from Hattie Durham, saying the same thing, was still in his pocket.
CHAPTER 7
Rayford shifted in his chair and watched his chief pilot’s face. “I had heard that, yes,” he hedged. “Is there anyone in America who hasn’t heard about the new plane? I wouldn’t mind seeing it, with everything they say is in it.”
“It’s top of the line, for sure,” Earl said. “Absolute latest in technology, communications, security, and accommodations.”
“You’re the second person who’s reminded me about that plane today. What’s the point?”
“The point is, the White House has contacted our brass. Seems they think it’s time their current pilot be put out to pasture. They want us to recommend a new guy. The people in Dallas narrowed a list to a half dozen senior pilots, and it came to me because your name is on it.”
“Not interested.”
“Not so fast! How can you say that? Who wouldn’t want to fly one of the most advanced planes in the world, one outfitted like that, for the most powerful man on earth? Or I guess I should say the second most powerful, now that we’ve got this Carpathia guy at the U.N.”
“Simple. I’d have to move to Washington.”
“What’s keeping you here? Is Chloe going back to school?”
“No.”
“Then she’s mobile too. Or does she have a job?”
“She’s looking for one.”
“Then let her find one in Washington. The job pays twice what you’re making now, and you’re already in the top 5 percent at Pan-Con.”
“Money doesn’t mean that much to me,” Rayford said.
“Get off it!” Earl snapped. “Who calls me first when new numbers are in the air?”
“It’s just not true of me anymore, Earl. And you know why.”
“Yeah, spare me the sermon. But, Ray, the financial freedom to get a bigger, nicer place, run in different circles—”
“It’s the circle I’m running in that’s keeping me in Chicago. My church.”
“Ray, the salary—”
“I don’t care about the money. It’s just Chloe and me now, remember?”
“Sorry.”
“If anything, we ought to be downsizing. We’ve got more house than we need, and I’ve certainly got more money than I can spend.”
“Then do it for the challenge! No regular route, a staff of first officers and navigators. You’ll fly all over the world, a different place every time. It’s an accomplishment, Ray.”
“You said there were five other names.”
“There are, and they’re all good men. But if I lobby for you, you’ve got it. The problem is, I can’t lobby for you with this Nick Edwards thing in the file.”
“You said it was only in your file.”
“It is, but with this morning’s snafu, I can’t risk hiding it. What if I get you the White House assignment and that examiner squawks? As soon as that gets out, Edwards sees it and corroborates the story. No assignment for you, and I look like an idiot for burying the complaint and championing you. End of story.”
“It’s the end of the story anyway,” Rayford said. “I can’t move.”
Earl stood. “Rayford,” he said slowly, “calm down and listen to me. Open your mind a little. Let me tell you what I’m hearing, and then just give me one chance to persuade you.”
Rayford started to protest, but Earl cut him off.
“Please! I can’t make your decision for you, and I won’t try. But you have to let me finish. Even though I don’t agree with your take on the disappearances, I’m happy for you that you’ve found some comfort in religion.”
“It’s not—”
“Ray, I know. I know. I’ve listened to you and I’ve heard you. To you it’s not religion, it’s Jesus Christ. Did I listen well, or what? I admire that you’ve given yourself to this. You’re devout. I don’t doubt you. But you don’t just thumb your nose at an assignment that a thousand pilots would die for. Frankly, I’m not entirely sure you’d have to relocate. How often do you see a president of the United States traveling on a Sunday? Surely not more than you fly Sundays now.”
“Because of seniority, I hardly ever fly Sundays.”
“You can assign someone else to fly Sundays for you. You’ll be the captain, the senior guy, in charge, the boss. You won’t have me to answer to anymore.”
“I’ll do it!” Rayford said, smiling. “I’m kidding.”
“Of course, it would make more sense for you to live in Washington, but I’ll bet if your only condition is living in Chicago, they’d do it.”
“No possible way.”
“Why?”
“Because my church is not just about Sundays. We meet frequently. I’m close to the pastor. We meet almost every day.”
“And you can’t see living without that.”
“I can’t.”
“Ray, what if this is a phase? What if you eventually lose your zeal? I’m not saying you’re a phony or that you’re going to turn your back on what you’ve found. I’m just saying the novelty might wear off, and you might be able to work somewhere else if you can get back to Chicago on the weekends.”
“Why is this so important to you, Earl?”
“You don’t know?”
“I don’t.”
“Because it’s something I’ve dreamed of all my life,” Earl said. “I kept up on all the latest certifications all my years in this position, and I’ve applied for the pilot’s job with every new president.”
“I never kn
ew that.”
“Of course you didn’t. Who would admit that and let the world know he got his guts ripped out every four or eight years, seeing other guys get the job? Your getting it would be the next best thing. I could enjoy it vicariously.”
“For that reason alone I wish I was free to take it.”
Earl sat back down. “Well, thanks for that table scrap.”
“I didn’t mean it that way, Earl. I’m serious.”
“I know you are. Truth is, I know a couple of the other yokels on the list, and I wouldn’t let them drive my car.”
“I thought you said they were good men.”
“I’m just trying to tell you that if you don’t take this, someone else will.”
“Earl, I really don’t think—”
Earl held up a hand. “Ray, do me a favor, will you? Will you not decide right now? I mean, I know you’ve pretty much already decided, but would you hold off telling me officially until you’ve slept on it?”
“I’ll pray about it,” Rayford conceded.
“I thought you might.”
“Are you forbidding me from calling that examiner?”
“Absolutely. You want to file a grievance, do it on paper, through channels, the right way.”
“You sure you want to recommend a guy you don’t believe for a job like this?”
“If you tell me you didn’t pressure the guy, I have to believe you.”
“I didn’t even broach the subject, Earl.”
“This is crazy.” Earl shook his head.
“Who did the complaint go to?”
“My secretary.”
“From?”
“From his secretary, I guess.”
“Can I see it?”
“I shouldn’t.”
“Let me see it, Earl. What do you think, I’m going to turn you in?”
Earl buzzed his secretary. “Francine, bring me your notes on the complaint you got from Dallas this morning.” She brought him a single typed sheet. Earl read it and slid it across the desk to Rayford. It read:
Took a call at 11:37 a.m. from a woman who identified herself as Jean Garfield, secretary to Pan-Con Certification Examiner Jim Long of Dallas. Asked how to go about lodging a complaint of religious harassment against Rayford Steele due to his pressuring Long during his recert this a.m. Told her I would get back to her. She did not leave a number, but said she would call back later.