Chapter 5
(Over the Tongass National Forest, somewhere. Present day. Almost Tuesday.)
Dace didn’t know where she was. She regained consciousness to the loud sounds of a rotary motor. She was lying on the floor, her hands tied behind her back. She stayed still. She was used to being prey with large predators around. Stillness was always her only defense. Her head hurt and her arms were protesting being cuffed, but other than that she was fine. Except that she didn’t know where she was. It didn’t sound like a plane. A boat? No, there was no rocking from waves. She thought about what had happened, and it came to her. She was on a helicopter. Where were they taking her? Taking them, she assumed.
Without moving, she opened her eyes. It was dark in the helicopter, but as her eyes adjusted, sh
