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large male frame guided her out of the cell, straight
past a large plate glass wall that overlooked the city, to the
stairs, and up to the roof.
    The large slicing blades belonged to a SH-60 Seahawk that had landed in place of
the detained police helicopter. The blades now woofed through the
air in steady four-four time it seemed. Her dark clad captor tossed
her into the waiting bird and she shivered a little. The adrenalin
coursing through her veins caused time to suspend its steady march
and the events seemed to unfolded in slow motion. His large frame
grasped hers, hugging her as she looked into familiar eyes. With
everyone in, he touched his headset, “Morrison, get us out of
here.”
    They moved off the building and rushed into
the night. Breezing by the ballpark, she looked down and wished she
could have been at the stadium to watch her favorite baseball team.
She would rather have been watching the birds on the bat than
flying through the sky any day.

Chapter 7
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Reeling like fish on strong line, Laurel
fought a mental battle of fatigue. She sat, stunned, in the cabin
of the Seahawk. Dumb semi-grin on her face, she looked like a
teenager who had just ridden the newest roller coaster at the park.
They were over the Mississippi before she realized there was a body
slumped beside her. She jumped. Her captor shook his head and
yelled over the noise, “She’s okay.” Laurel looked around and
recognized, one by one, each of the men in the helicopter. Each had
earned her trust.
    Void of sleep, weary from continual stress
and adrenalin rushes, Laurel eventually drifted into a fitful sleep
leaning on her man in black. The SH-60 would
soon transfer its precious cargo.
    Brian Tanner grinned at the pilot and bent
his head to plant a face-black-laced kiss on Laurel’s forehead.
Morrison turned back to chuckle to himself. He checked gauges and
pushed the ‘Hawk through the din. The sun would soon make them very
visible.
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    The next day, Detective Bradley Johnson
watched the proceedings knowingly. He shook the Commissioner’s hand
and accepted the temporary position with grace. He wasn’t sure what
the connection between the Captain and Laurel was, but he was going
to find out. He hadn’t been shocked to find out that the Captain
had been removed as Laurel had.
    “Captain Jennifer Delaney is on personal
leave due to a death in the family. The female suspect brought into
custody yesterday evening was released to federal custody in an
ongoing investigation. Detective Johnson will assume command until
further notice.” It wasn’t hard to get a commissioner on the take
to cooperate so he could cover his ass. “Everyone back to work,”
was Johnson’s first order. The hubbub resumed and no one questioned
the change in command or the missing prisoner. Why would they?
Nothing was out of place, nothing. Bradley Johnson smiled as he
entered his new office. He mused to himself, “Those SEALs are good,
damn good.” He was joined by his friend and partner Detective
Hoffson.
    “How are Alena and your new baby girl?”
Johnson grinned at his partner sitting across from him.
    “Wonderful!” He beamed as any new father
would. “I came to ask for some time off.” Johnson nodded and then
watched his friend hang his head for a moment, his face dropping as
his thoughts wondered back to Laurel.
    “What does she know?” Johnson knew who his
friend was talking about.
    “I dunno, G. I dunno.”

Chapter 8
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Feeling a sudden jolt, Laurel roused from her
exhausted haze. The jet had finally touched down at their
destination. She barely remembered the last transfer. They’d landed
somewhere not far from the Gulf, and had been moved very
quickly.
    Judging from their hopscotch transfers and
the placing of the sun, she surmised they were probably on a
private island somewhere in the middle of Caribbean Sea. Engines
whining in reverse thrust strained to bring the