Chapter 11
“Katydid, thank god!” Paul could barely hear her over the pounding rotors of the helicopter they’d rented at Glasgow Airport. He and Sam were squashed into a tiny Robinson R22 helicopter. He’d kept shoving Sam over trying to get some room until he realized that the man’s broad shoulders were already against the door on the far side.
“Paul, where are you?”
“Good to hear your voice. Rikka’s message made it sound like you’d be dead by now. Had me terribly worried, I can tell—”
“Paul.” She cut him off in that tone she had. “Where, are, you?”
“How am I supposed to know? It’s the middle of the night here in Scotland. I think we’re close to you, but there’s an RAF attack helicopter hovering about a hundred yards away and they have a lot of guns aimed at us. Can you do something ab
