Chapter 63JIM DIDN’T HAVE THE information he required to charge into a fight, no matter how much he liked Jago. He trusted him in many ways, but in this case, he didn’t understand what was going on, or why. You know the why, Arthur Conan Doyle, he said to himself. Whenever there was a mystery that seemed unsolvable, Sherlock Holmes entered his thoughts. He needed to know who the enemy was.
‘We go, my friend?’ asked Jago.
Jim decided to back his new friend, at least for the moment. They would head toward Jago’s men and whoever was attacking them. Before they arrived, Sheilla or the general would provide the information he needed to commit, or not.
Jim trotted along with Jago toward the two helicopters. Marilyn was in one, getting it ready.
‘I will fly the other, no?’ said Jago.
‘No,’ s
