Forever.
A hundred yards to the hangar, she did the only thing there was time for, the only thing she could think to do.
She reached out and took his hand.
He didn’t turn to look at her, didn’t react in any way.
Except to nearly crush her fingers in his powerful grip. He held on like a drowning man for every single one of those seconds.
She’d take that as a good sign.
12
“Dungeness Spit lighthouse,” Lois shouted at them over the roar of the storm. “It’s out on a sand spit in the middle of the Strait of San Juan de Fuca. All of the Coast Guard helos are scrambling on emergencies out in the shipping lanes. No way to get a boat out there quickly and they’ve passed the call to us. Civilian caretaker, heart attack. His wife radioed it in.”
Without a word, he and Diana had prepped the Bl
