Chapter 21
Kate saw no searchlight.
Couldn’t detect anything dangerous, so she nudged the shipping container’s inspection hatch wider.
No one shot her and the new sound grew louder. Both points encouraging.
She risked a peek.
A CH-53E Super Stallion helicopter painted Marine Corps gray roared by low overhead. It was the largest helicopter in the entire US military. As Sam Fierro had proved many times, he never did things by halves.
She pulled her head in as Harold came up beside her. “Here,” she slapped the dead man’s flashlight into his hand, “point that straight up and wave it around. Don’t drop it.”
“Say please.”
“Please or I’ll hit you again, really hard this time.” She tried to make it sound funny and mostly succeeded.
“Close enough,” then he kissed her.
As she let herself b
