“What was that?” Gail had no idea what had just happened. She gathered that she wasn’t in trouble, but even that was a guess.
Sly led her down a sloping ramp and onto the Hangar Deck. It was empty except for a helicopter parked in a forward bay which was being worked on by a three-person crew. They wandered back through the cavernous space until they reached the fantail. It was so peaceful, she could even hear their footsteps echo off the underside of the Flight Deck three stories above.
He seemed to be sticking close by her side today, not that she was complaining. When she’d been sure that he’d throw her under the keel, he’d told the truth about his long-time fellow Chief. Damned decent and totally unexpected.
Night still reigned off the stern of the ship. They were making way, but on
