The Power of the Dog (Power of the Dog, #1)

by Don Winslow

That’s the problem. The pilot is eight thousand feet over the desert, looking at nothing but dark down there. He can find Borrego Springs, he can find Ocotillo Wells or Blythe, but unless someone gets on the horn and gives him the landing location, he has as much chance of finding that airstrip as he does of seeing the Cubs win the World Series. Zip. It’s a problem because he has only so much fuel, and pretty soon he’s going to have to think about turning around and flying back to El Salvador. He tries the radio again and gets the same metallic squeal. Then he turns it up one half-frequency and hears— “Come in, come in.” “Where the hell you been?” the pilot asks. “You’re on the wrong frequency.” Says you, Art thinks.