CHAPTER SIX
QUINCY
The entire team was on this job; Ford, Hayes, Taft, Kennedy and me. We were sitting in the borrowed helicopter on a rustic Mexican runway which was little more than a clearing of trees on a steep hillside. I’d just landed and shut down the rotors because nothing drew more attention than that kind of noise.
Half my job was done, flying the guys to this desolate spot from Mexico City. Their task was to hike into the exchange point and extract the couple who had been kidnapped. From what I’d learned, it was a politician’s daughter and son-in-law. From the briefing, they could take any measures necessary for successful retrieval, meaning shoot to kill.
The men were dressed like commandos in dark green with matching backpacks and matching machine guns. Ford was riding sec
