Chapter 6
Santa Fe, when they reached it half an hour later, looked even worse from the air—buildings toppled or flattened, roads buckled or with gaps in them the size of tractor-trailers. And everywhere first responders trying to determine survivors from bodies.
If it was the last thing she did, she’d see Hennessey and whoever had given him orders to do this paid for it. In spades.
The chopper pilot set down just outside the façade of the field office. Her people were there; Hennessey wasn’t. Jenn watched, hardly daring to breathe in case the force of the winds kicked up by the blades knock it down.
Fortunately, it seemed not. “Thanks,” she said.
“You’re welcome, Agent. If you ever need me again…” He handed her a business card.
She tucked it into her shirt pocket. “I appreciate it.”
