Chapter Twenty-nine
Thursday, October 23
2:04 PM
Nevada Test Site
DAF Helicopter Pad
Feeling as if he had been run over by a truck, Craig climbed stiffly out of the FBI helicopter as it bumped to a landing at the pad two miles from the DAF. After barely surviving an avalanche, even looking at piles of Nevsky’s papers sounded enjoyable.
Pushing his scratched sunglasses back into place, more out of habit than because they did any good, Craig carried his jacket over his arm. His shoulder holster slapped against his side as he jogged painfully away from the helicopter. Though he’d cleaned himself off, he hadn’t the luxury of a shower, or a change of clothes, or a decent lunch. Three aspirins and a cup of lukewarm tap water had been all he could manage, and now it was time to get back to
