CHAPTER TWELVE
THE COPTER LANDED IN the middle of a large patch of tulips in front of the historic Water Tower building. Four men poured out of the noisy bird and ran toward the nearby John Hancock building. Sirens could just barely be heard over the whirring sound of the chopper’s rotors. They had called the Chicago PD en route and warned them of the possible terrorist threat.
Alfric had to pry Pleasance’s hands from the restraining belt and drag her out. Even in the low light of the area, Alfric could see that she looked slightly gray around the gills. He knew she was nearly comatose with fear when Clancy licked her face and she barely even jerked. Her knees wobbled a bit as her feet hit the ground. Alfric kept an arm around her shoulders until she found her sea legs.
The scent of cru
