Chapter 25
Jo kept her hands clenched on the wheel of her rental car. If she squeezed it any tighter, the wheel might snap. She already didn’t have any blood in her fingers. Ordering her fingers to relax their death grip didn’t ease them in the slightest. They weren’t stupid, they knew they were holding on for dear life.
The car rocked lightly as the ferry from the Ketchikan Airport lurched through a wave. Ketchikan Airport hadn’t fit on the same shore as the small fishing town backed by steep hills that had called gold-rushers to their doom or fortune. So, they’d built the airport on the island on the other side of Tongass Narrows. The airport ferry only took a few minutes. Would these few minutes be enough to bribe the ferry captain to turn left and just see how far they could get? Anc
