CHAPTER 106
Identifying the helicopter still bothered Stephen Richards. He had the photo up on his wall screen. It was smeared from the speed of the helicopter, wobbly from Anders’ unsteady hand, and all the problems of a low-resolution, cell phone camera at dusk. Even with computer enhancement, you couldn’t tell exactly what it was. No more than they’d been able to identify it by its shadow against the Chicago nighttime traffic. Similar, but that’s as close as it went. It was similar to a canceled Skunkworks project, but those two craft had been accounted for, visually checked. Mark Anders had been his best aviation craft expert but probably wasn’t in a mood to be helpful.
There was something lethal about the machine and Mark was lucky to have survived. It had landed on the Aon Center i
