we have to head to Jacksonville. They won't let us stay up for very long. As soon as the wind hits forty knots, we're out of here.'
But Maggie wasn't really listening anymore. She was watching out the window as Lieutenant Commander Wilson and his copilot, Ellis, boarded the helicopter. Pete Kesnick was waiting for Liz and Maggie. And all Maggie could think about was how quickly the sky had turned an impossibly darker shade of gray.
CHAPTER 59
'My God, Charlotte. Are you okay?' Walter could hardly believe his eyes.
The right side of her small face was one purple bruise. Her gray hair stuck out from her ponytail. Her lower lip was split and her eyes were wild, a combination of shock and panic. She stared at Walter as if she didn't recognize him. She crawled out of the bag, dragging her right leg. The ankle was so swollen it reminded Walter of rising bread, puffing out of her sneaker.
'Charlotte,' he whispered again.
His eyes darted to the open stairwell. Joe had gone silent on the radio. Walter wanted to believe Joe wouldn't leave the cockpit. Now he prayed he wouldn't leave the cockpit.
'Do you know where we are?' Walter asked her.
She kicked the bag away and grabbed on to a leather strap in the floor just as the boat pitched sideways.
Other than the bruises and the swollen ankle, Walter couldn't see any broken bones or bleeding.
'Can you hear me, Charlotte?' He kept his voice low and quiet. He knew what it could do to a person to be stuck in a hold. A bag probably had the same effect. He worried that she might be too far gone to be of any help. 'Charlotte?'
'I've heard every word that bastard said from the time he dropped me on my head.'
Walter wanted to laugh with relief. 'Good ole Charlotte.'
She crawled up beside him and started to work on his ropes but Walter stopped her.
He pointed above him with his chin. 'I can wait. Do you know how to use a two-way radio?'
CHAPTER 60
They had only been in the air a few minutes when the distress call came in. Liz heard Wilson talking to their command post, getting the details. She glanced over at Maggie. The FBI agent had looked okay until another outer band swept in. Now she clenched the leather hold-down and tightened her seat belt.
Liz realized that being in the air, the sensation of wind and rain was different. Wilson couldn't just fly above the clouds like a jetliner and get out of it. And his tight-fisted handling of the controls made the craft rock and plunge more than necessary.
She started preparing to be deployed. From the brief description it sounded like a medical emergency. The craft, a thirty-two-foot cabin cruiser, was intact, not taking on water and not disabled. That should make things easier but not much.
The water was choppy, waves cresting nine to twelve feet. It was crazy even for a professional to be out in this.
'Let's keep the swimmer out of the water,' Wilson said.
She was still 'the swimmer,' Liz thought and immediately knew she needed to keep her focus on the boat below. The adrenaline had already started pumping. She didn't care about Wilson.
They could see the boat, the waves tossing it, almost perpendicular to the sky. Then the waves would crest and the boat would crash down. It looked like the boat was swallowed up whole then spit out, to begin the process all over.
'Let the boat deck rise up to meet you,' Pete Kesnick was telling Liz through her helmet. 'But get on before the wave crests. You want to hang on to something before it breaks.'
She nodded but his eyes held hers as if he needed to see for himself that she was, indeed, up to the task.
Choppy seas always made it dangerous. The wind gusts and the moving boat contributed to the challenge.
'We'll never get a basket down with these winds,' Wilson said.
'Did they say what the medical condition was?' Kesnick asked.
'No. They lost contact before giving any details.'
'We try no more than three times,' Kesnick said. He was talking to Liz. 'If I think it's not working, I'm hauling you back up. Understand?'
'No heroics, Bailey,' Wilson told her. 'We don't want to lose our rescue swimmer before the hurricane even hits.'
CHAPTER 61
As soon as they heard the helicopter overhead Joe Black came pounding down the steps.
'What the hell did you do, Walter?'
They hadn't been able to untie the rope yet from Walter's feet. He couldn't stand up without immediately losing his balance but he swung a fist at his surprised captor, hitting Joe in the face. Charlotte scrambled to her feet, her swollen ankle making her hop as she tried to land a blow. Then the boat heaved and sent them all crashing to the deck.
When the boat steadied, Joe had Charlotte by the back of her collar and his snub-nose revolver pointed at Walter's chest.
'I knew I should have killed you both. I just didn't want you stinking up my boat by the time I got to Biloxi.'
He pushed Charlotte down onto the floor next to Walter. Then he stood over them, glancing at the steps. Walter could see he was anxious to get back up.
If the helicopter didn't see any signs of distress, would they risk sending someone down? And dear God, Walter silently prayed, please don't let it be Liz. He hoped she was already on her way to Jacksonville and this was another crew left behind for a last-minute search.
'I haven't ruled out shooting you both,' Joe was telling them. He set his feet apart and braced one hand on the wall to steady himself while the boat rocked and climbed again. 'I just hate using a gun or a knife. Damages too much tissue. There's nothing worse than a cooler full of damaged goods.'
He was ranting, and Walter wondered if his internal check-and-balance system had cracked under the stress. Madmen were dangerous. Was it too late or could he get through to the kid?
Walter pressed a hand against the wall, and tried lifting himself up to his feet.
'Just stay put, Walter, or I'll shoot you in the hand. I've got plenty hands. Once they figured out how to repair carpal tunnel, hands as a commodity went bust.'
'It's over, Phillip Norris's son,' Walter said, deliberately using his father's name.
Walter watched Joe's eyes. He wanted to bring back the boy who enjoyed Coney Island hot dogs. He was certain that if he could do that, they would be safe. He wasn't prepared for Joe's response.
Joe aimed the gun, pulled back the trigger, and Walter's left hand exploded.
