“You don’t have any kids, Hunter.”
“There’s always time, darling…”
“You need your head examined. You’re beyond heterosexual. A threat to all women!”
But he’d passed out. Olive had pulled the silver camouflage netting off the small aircraft. Before Chartreuse had a chance to strap herself in, a dull explosion shook the plane. She cranked up the engine. The aircraft started moving and bounced across the waves, away from the island. There were now two helicopters hovering off Mai Ngam Bay. They were dropping mines into the water, systematically, to flush out and kill anyone still below the surface.
“Too late, losers,” she muttered under her breath.
She didn’t look back when she got up to speed and took off, north and east across the Andaman Sea, skirting the Burmese border islands and he
