Chapter Four
Lorn was hoping they’d be boarding the fixed-wing aircraft. Instead, the man (who gave his name as Piotr Franzen) led him to the helicopter, a rather battered-looking example of a pretty standard four-passenger model that Lorn had flown in a hundred times in training and on missions.
Including that last mission.
He could feel his heart pounding. “I get airsick in helicopters,” he lied to Franzen. “Why can’t we take the plane?”
“No runway in Carcass Creek,” Franzen said. “No roads to it, either. You helicopter in, or you walk in. Feel free to walk.” He gave Lorn a hopeful look. “I’ll refund you your money. And your gun.”
“Nice try,” Lorn said. He tried to ignore the fluttering in his chest. “Get in.”
A few minutes later, they were in the air. Lorn clenched the edge of his
