It was cracked open, a sliver of yellow light spilling onto the wet tarmac.

I looked through the gap.

The hangar was massive, filled with old crates and a twin-engine Cessna.

Dr. Vale was standing near the cockpit, his hands raised.

Margaret was standing on the metal stairs leading into the plane.

She was holding a bundle wrapped in a blue blanket.

Leo.

Caleb stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking at the ground.

“We have to go now, Mom,” Caleb said.

“The doctor is stalling,” Margaret said, her voice sharp.

“I’m doing my best, Margaret,” Vale said, his voice shaking. “The tower isn’t responding.”

“There is no tower, Owen,” Margaret said. “Just clear the transponder.”

“The state police are coming,” Caleb said. “I heard it on the scanner.”

“They won’t get here in time,” Margaret said.

“This is crazy,” Caleb said. “We can’t just run.”

“Do you want to spend the rest of your life in a cell?” Margaret asked.

“I didn’t kill her,” Caleb said.

“You helped cover it up,” Margaret said. “That makes you just as guilty.”