Chapter 96
“Really, North Korean?” Paul was chattering away up in the front seat of the Robinson R44 tourist helicopter painted a garish red.
That gave Sam free reign of the rear of the helicopter. There were only four seats in this model, two front and two back, and thankfully there’d been no solo sightseers waiting for a ride who might have joined them. The two of them had paid for their thirty-minute view of the Canal, but Paul had them circling over Bahia Limón with his questions about all of the ships there.
“I bet you don’t often get to see a North Korean ship do you? How do you know that’s what it is?”
The pilot went into some long explanation about the ship being impounded here once before, in 2013 for six months.
Sam ignored them. He sat directly behind the pilot, so there wa
