In a small country town in outback Australia a young man is confronted with the fact that his father is missing presumed dead. In the face of all the evidence to the contrary he is convinced this is not the case and sets out to discover the truth for himself.
If there was a better feeling he didn’t yet know it. His model Cessna moved with speed and precision across the morning sky. Andrew’s light touch on the joystick moved the plane into a high banking turn: his whole being tuned to the subtleties of aerodynamics and the joy of flight. This was as close and as far away as he could get.
Andrew moved his model plane toward the field. Landing the plane was the tricky part, as his rig didn’t allow him to cut the revs. Pitch and angle were everything. The plane came in full throttle as it landed bumping and jigging on the cut grass still holding its morning dew. The plane’s chassis glistened as the propeller engine hissed the moisture to steam. Andrew walked towards where the plane had come to rest and thought of his father.
His father Malcolm had been missing for ten days. Neither Malcolm nor his plane, a Cessna Caravan aptly named “The Cargomaster”, had been located since he lost radio contact on a return flight from the copper mine at Mount Ismuss. State Search and Rescue and the Aviation Authority had mounted a combined search over an area covering 10,000 square miles. Not a trace had been found.