CHAPTER FORTY THREE
6:18 p.m. Greenwich Mean Time (1:18 p.m. Eastern Standard Time)
Tenerife, Canary Islands
Atlantic Ocean
“Did you get the drone?” Luke said.
The helipad was a concrete promontory on a rocky bluff up the hillside from the airport. They’d had to hire a van to get up here, but the pad gave 360-degree views of the surrounding island. Far to the west, the sun was sinking into the ocean in an explosion of pink, red, and purple. Directly up the coast to the northeast, the glow from the city of Santa Cruz de Tenerife lit up the already dark sky.
Ed, Luke, and Dunn were moving heavy duffel bags and rucksacks full of weapons from the van to the helicopter. They had all slept a bit on the plane, and the whole team seemed refreshed and ready to go. Luke also had three Dexies i
