Ty waited until the helicopter circled around and landed before he approached it. Through the clear glass, he could see Tracy and Van. He watched them remove their headphones, then the side door opened and Peterson climbed out. Peterson helped Tracy out and they both turned toward Ty.
A grin curved Ty’s lips when his sister ran toward him. She had the irritated, I-worried-about-you expression on her face. He waited until they came closer before he spoke.
“Are you alright? Ella said you took a blow to the head,” Tracy demanded before he even had a chance to open his mouth.
“Yes, I’m fine,” Ty replied dryly. “I have a hard head, remember? It isn’t like you haven’t hit me upside it a time or two.”
“That’s different,” Tracy muttered, grabbing his face between her cold hands and holding it
