Chapter 53
He had filled his suitcase in thirty seconds. It didn’t take me more than ten minutes to do mine. No sooner had I finished than he took me by the hand and led me outside the castle. Mortain was still asleep as we walked past the ruined outbuildings and reached a clearing at the back of the castle. In the centre sat a helicopter already in motion, its black fuselage further emphasising the brilliant splendour of the machine. Normally, I would certainly have reacted to the idea of running away without telling anyone and especially in a helicopter, but I followed Carmichael without batting an eyelid and let him settle me inside and stick huge headphones on my ears. I watched his every move as he lifted us off. A weird feeling churned my stomach as I ascended in the craft, but the emptiness no
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