Chapter 109
Cayce looked from him to Vic and back again, more unsettled than ever. It took all the strength Matt had not to laugh out loud at the consternation written plainly across the pilot’s rugged features.
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In the cockpit of the helicopter, Vic felt as if he were perched on a ledge looking out over the darkened land. A storm was coming in, and trees swam out of wisps of fog as the chopper’s spotlight swept over the forest. The heavy headset blocked most of the noise from the blades, but Vic had also cut off the mike so he could concentrate. He was listening, but not to the pilot beside him, or Matty or Kendra in the back. He wasn’t using his ears at all.