CHAPTER 51
“Oh, s**t!”
Shelley’s quiet curse drew his attention where the loud warble hadn’t. She didn’t sound happy. Okay, she never sounded happy, but she also had never sounded nervous in the two days they’d been together. That change struck Jeff as probable cause for full-blown panic from a mere mortal like himself.
The screens were now filled with views he recognized. The helicopter bay, with a half-a-dozen men wearing green-and-gray camouflage in it.
Several more in the kitchen.
Even as they watched, a solid green bowling ball shot upward from the center of the floor, with enough speed to reach the kitchen ceiling. But this time it shot up directly into the face of a man who’d looked down as the small trap door clicked open.
Shouts of “Man down!” echoed from the speaker. A mome
