![]() ![]() I was worried, too, about a lot of things, but right now, mostly about Rafe Martinez, unconscious on the floor behind my seat. We’d outrun a forest fire and outwitted a mysterious fake rescue team only to be whisked from town before we had time to catch our breath. I couldn’t blame him, under the circumstances. “Same one that’s driving that fire is forcing us to circle north. We live on Vancouver Island, near Nanaimo, which is almost directly west across the Strait of Georgia from the city of Vancouver, British Columbia. ![]() When the mayor didn’t respond, the pilot said, “Change of plans, son. “We’re supposed to be heading to Victoria, aren’t we?” “We’re going north.” Daniel had to yell to Mayor Tillson to be heard over the helicopter noise. Hayley was talking Corey wasn’t listening. ![]() ![]() Hayley Morris and Corey Carling sat in the last row. Behind us were the mayor’s daughter, Nicole, and his niece, Sam Russo, gazing out their respective windows. Daniel and I were in the first passenger row, behind the pilot and Mayor Tillson, who was in the copilot’s seat. He was staring out the window, fingers drumming. When I tried to wriggle away, she moved closer and pinned my legs. I patted Kenjii and she shifted until her full hundred pounds of German shepherd rested squarely on my feet. I DON’T KNOW WHO was more anxious-Daniel or Kenjii-but they weren’t making this emergency helicopter evacuation any easier. ![]()
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