Captain Engstrom was an easy man to respect, but Larry had become a friend. And despite the dangers of fraternization within the U.S. military, she’d begun leaning toward finding a common vacation spot for their next leave. Hawaii always sounded like the right place for something like that.
Also, letting him cling to her served to keep him quiet.
She knew it wasn’t his fault, because he was blind, but he’d stumbled over every single obstacle like a bull in a china shop no matter how carefully she’d guided him.
There were more shouts. They’d reached the helo which couldn’t be more than a few hundred meters away; she and Larry had not been moving quickly.
They bought the ruse. The sounds of the pack of Thai bandits went hying off into the distance like a pack of rabid hounds—music to her
