5Ivy knew the motion the instant they entered the sideslip. An engine’s cry was bad news, but an auto-rotation landing could always be achieved.
This wasn’t an engine failure sound.
The sideslip was the loss of the tail rotor followed by the rending steel of the transfer shaft blowing through its bearings. They weren’t going to be landing under any sort of control.
“Buckle up! We’re going down.”
They tightened their seatbelts in unison yanks.
She tried to figure out what she could do for Rex when Colby scooped the big dog into his lap and clamped his arms around the German shepherd. Despite his size, he’d picked Rex up as if he weighed nothing.
It was crazy at this moment, but it was a visceral reaction—a body memory of how solidly he had held her as they fell on the South Lawn. Of h
