Javier called again and wanted to know what to tell the press. I had nothing to offer. We decided the press could go on a little while longer thinking neither of us knew about the content, and that Flynn was on his way home so he wasn't available for comment. The press would call bullshit on that because he had a radio interview, but that could have been taped. I had to buy us some time.
I called the charter company and had Flynn's flight time moved up an hour. Javier spoke with Lee about the new arrangements advising him not to let Flynn speak to the press, and I'd warned Javier not to discuss it with Lee either.
Placing my cell on the table, I went back to look at the pictures again. My cell rang which made me jump because I'd felt pretty strung out from the information I'd learned that morning. Flynn's ID and image lit up my screen, and my heart jumped to my throat.