CHAPTER FORTY TWO
Reid leapt into the tall grass and covered his head as the freight train smashed through the Eurocopter. Broken rotors and flaming shards flew over him, showering a fifty-foot radius around the point of impact.
When he dared to look up again, the train was stopped, likely as much from the brakes as the helicopter in its path. It had slowed enough to keep from derailing, but the engine was completely ablaze. The conductor or anyone else in the front-most car was certainly dead.
Reid sprang to his feet, adrenaline pumping in his veins and numbing his pain. Sara was on that train—but so were the traffickers. Emergency personnel would arrive soon from Grodkow, and if he didn’t act fast, he did not believe there would be any girls left to find when they got there.
He quick
