Chapter 18
(Sitka. Mt. Edgecombe Coast Guard station. Wednesday.)
It was early when Wyckoff roused the Coast Guard commander out of bed. He explained very succinctly what he needed. Or rather who.
“You’ll have them,” the commander said. “They’ve been on deck duty ever since they got back. But that’s when I thought it was just hijinks.”
Wyckoff took Lanky with him. Lanky seemed to think he was his guard dog, Wyckoff thought with amusement. But he was grateful for the man’s company. And he didn’t doubt the old man could hold his own in a fight if necessary. Not that it should be necessary at the Coast Guard base, but as screwed up as this whole investigation was, who knew?
The base still looked like Army surplus Wyckoff noted. Metal buildings, mostly hangars and repair shops, and one bu
