Between all the people who wanted to talk to me back home and the FAA-required pilot rest, we couldn't take off again until after dark that night. With the time change, it was still midnight by the time Susan was dropping me off at home. "Thanks for the ride," I told her. "Tell James that I'll see him first thing in the morning."

"I'm sure you will," she said. "Get some sleep, Vicki."

I walked to the front door and unlocked it; it was dark inside, but there were two smells present. Amy was the strongest, but the other was unexpected. I walked into the living room and saw James...