Chapter Nineteen
With the echo of the gunshot still ringing in his ears, Jasper dodged behind the tool chest parked near the airplane. He fumbled for his gun, adrenaline surging through his body. “Evelyn! Are you all right?”
A muffled squeal sounded then the clatter of footsteps.
“She’s fine, Captain MacPherson. For now.”
Jasper’s heart dropped, and he peered around the cabinet. Corporal Vance stood behind the landing gear of the P-51 with one arm holding Evelyn to his chest and the other hand aiming a gun at her head. The mechanic had fooled them all with his act. He’d set up poor Sergeant Siler, who now lay writhing on the floor, a bloodstain blooming on his chest. At the rate he was bleeding, a miracle would be needed for him to survive. “Let her go, Alex. Don’t make things worse th
