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“Are you sure, Holly?”
She wasn’t sure of anything.
“Look, Mike…” She didn’t even know what to say anymore.
Too weary to stand, she sat and leaned back against one of the three-foot-tall tires of the US Coast Guard C-130J’s nose gear. The sun was now low enough to beat on her even here under the plane. Even though it was a desert island, it was the only place they could find some privacy.
The cleanup crew was nearly done. In minutes, Johnston Atoll would once again be left to the gulls.
Eli had offered her and Quint a lift to Australia in his Gulfstream, rather than them backtracking to Hawaii on the C-130J with the rest of the team and then catching a flight to double back.
“Seriously, I don’t mind going with you if you need some company. Or just want a friend along for the ride
