“Where the f**k is that helicopter?” Jenn snarled. It had taken them longer than she’d liked to get here, between replacing clothes and shoes and helping what people she could along the way. She’d called the helicopter service and had been informed things didn’t look too bad in the vicinity of the building where the FBI field office had been set up and she should expect the chopper to pick them up there.
Only there was no chopper in sight.
The building looked as if it had escaped the worst of the tremors. Jenn stalked up the shallow steps, opened the doors, and came to a dead halt. The façade of the building was fine, but the interior…There was nothing but rubble. Oh God. She felt as if a boa constrictor was wrapping itself around her chest. How many of her people had she lost in this go
