Chapter Thirty-Two
The skies over Northern Africa
For Heather, the flight seemed interminable. Still bound by tape at the wrists and ankles, her body ached from the unnatural positions she had to assume to get in her vain attempts at getting comfortable. From listening to Conchos’s intermittent conversations with the pilot during the last leg of the flight, she had gleaned that they were approaching their final destination. They were going to land somewhere near the port of Alexandria on Egypt’s the Mediterranean coast.
The cabin light had been on most of time and despite the fact they had flown mostly during the night she had not managed much sleep. On route, they had landed briefly in Nassau to refuel. The sun had been setting as they took off again and now, looking out of the oval wi
