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“Why hasn’t Tango reported?”
Taz’s stillness said that she had the same question.
JJ studied the northern skyline.
The planned escape route for the Ghostrider had been straight down the channel. There were so many military flights in this area that one more, even one below the radar, was unremarkable. Sometimes hiding in plain sight was the best practice.
And in thirty-six hours, none of it would matter. That was all the time he had left. It was all he needed.
Then, on the far horizon, he spotted a black dot, moving low and fast just as it should be.
“Radio trouble?” But he knew it was wrong even as he said it.
Taz shook her head. He’d always liked that her instincts checked with his. When it mattered, they rarely disagreed. Moments later he could see her scanning motion stop as
