— Omah and Bri head back to Grand Bay Island City but he knows the danger is not over for him. —
The morning came too soon for Omah. Not only did his head pound but the woman beside him looked too beautiful to disturb. He had showered and ordered a late breakfast before Bri stuck her face over the single, thin sheet and smiled at him.
“We have to get back,” he said. “The VTOL will be here in less than an hour.”
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me!” she said, throwing off the sheet and running into the shower room.
On the VTOL flight back to Grand Bay, Omah tried to make conversation:
“I guess we’ll know by the end of the day what Gowdy has to do with all this.”
“And whether Greentree thinks this is all solved and I can go home.”
The last part was what Bri could not stop thinking about. When the crew weren’t looking Bri clasped Omah’s hand on the seat between them. He took hold of her hand and stared at the range of ice-capped mountains that drifted
beneath them. Bri stared at the blue dome of sky ahead.
“I’m a dead man if Mel finds out!” Omah told himself.