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Vern’s wrists hurt from where he’d bucked against the rope when the man freed Denise. He’d been unable to hear what he told her, but he hadn’t liked the man’s evil smile as he’d contemplated Vern over Denise’s shoulder.
She had the guns mounted by the time the paint job was done. The guy had been watching her like a hawk.
They’d been totally set up. The sergeant back at the air base had said that they were safe, but the helicopters weren’t. He hadn’t said a word about what would happen if they were caught alone with the helicopter. Their hosts welcome had made them all felt too safe here.
Denise was placed in the copilot seat. Vern could see a man position himself directly behind her in the cargo bay with his gun drawn.
This time, the jefe had his knife out when he knelt in front o
