Chapter Twenty-Five
Daniel didn’t hear any change to the helicopter’s rotors, but Captain Smith signaled they were nearing their destination.
He wanted to tell Beale and Henderson to just keep flying. To never stop. Alice asleep inside the curl of his arm, her hair soft, brushing his cheek.
The Canadian Gulf Islands out the window looked wilder than the American San Juans. The forests had fewer breaks for houses. Roads were narrow lanes rather than stretches of well-paved-and-striped two-ways. Fifty miles northwest of the airport and they’d also illegally crossed an international border.
He shook Alice gently awake. There was no way over the rotor noise, but he’d swear he could hear a hum of contentment from Alice as she turned her face into his shoulder.
Daniel hesitated because Capt
