Chapter 32
Ed Newsam watched the whole thing from the Little Bird.
The Navigator had rolled twice and landed right side up on some hard-packed dirt along the side of the highway. Its tires were all blown out. Its windshield was gone. The car was smoking from several places.
The second Range Rover pulled up on the soft shoulder. Three men jumped out and ran down the grassy embankment, guns out, charging toward the ruined Navigator.
The chopper was moving fast, sideways and to the left. Ed tried to get a bead on the men, but it was no use. The chopper was shuddering. He let off a burst of gunfire anyway. Two of the men dove into the grass. The third kept running.
“Mayday, mayday,” Jacob’s voice said. “Assume crash positions.”
Ed was tied to the bench with leather straps. The setup was
