Chapter 17Finch heard the sound of the Explorer's rotor blades thumping the air before he even reached the brow of the small hill. He wasn't sure how long he'd been unconscious for, but judging by the fact it was almost nine AM, he guessed around thirty minutes. After flipping over, the car had slid down a small embankment, hiding the wrecked vehicle from view; any passing motorists would have been completely unaware of the stricken Chevy. Waking up upside down, only held in place by the seatbelt, he'd managed to get free, only to be deposited squarely onto his head after unclipping the seatbelt. The walk back seemed vastly further than he'd driven; amazingly he'd covered about a mile and a half before the crash. Clearing the crest of the hill he saw the chopper, it was getting ready to de
