Fifty Million For A Corpse
Language: en
Eight years ago, my daughter was trapped in the Furnace. Her GPS went completely dead, her water ran dry, and she spent twelve agonizing hours screaming "Daddy" into a failing two-way radio. The only search-and-rescue chopper in the county was barely an hour's flight from her coordinates when it was rerouted. I didn't find out until much later that my wife, Rebecca, had paid the dispatch center a hundred thousand dollars to divert the flight path. All to save her younger brother. He was drunk, stumbling around just outside the perimeter of a luxury resort on the desert's edge. When…