NO EASY WAY OUT a gripping action-packed thriller (Johnny Silver Thriller Book 4) by PAUL BENNETT

Author:PAUL BENNETT [BENNETT, PAUL]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Joffe Books crime thriller and mystery
Published: 2020-11-24T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

We set off at dawn, which was more than enough time to reach Bahia Kino way before evening, but I wanted as much time in hand as possible to search for the boat. Added to that, although the distance was only just over a hundred miles, the pilot had sent a message via Chico that he wanted to cruise slow so as to conserve fuel.

The sky was blood red, which I hoped wasn’t an omen. We walked through the open gate of Estevez’s house and round the back where there was a circle that looked way too small to land on. In the exact centre of the circle was the helicopter. Precision. Might come in handy.

The pilot was dressed in a blue suit complete with a peaked cap. The more I saw of this guy the more reassured I became. He was medium height, clean shaven and his hair was neatly cut and short at the sides, exposing ears that looked like they had been stapled to his head. He came over and shook our hands while we introduced ourselves. The helicopter, he informed us, was a Bell 206 Long Ranger adapted from the basic models used by some of the military, police and ambulance services into one with an interior fit for a corporate magnate like Estevez. In addition to seats for the pilot and, if needed for long trips, a co-pilot, there were four deep leather seats and leather trimmings to the interior cabin area, and little cabinets that I suspected contained glasses and refreshments. Maybe on the way back.

The pilot motioned me into the seat which must have been that of the co-pilot, as it had the same controls as the seat to my left. There was a joystick-type arrangement immediately in front of me, two pedals on the floor and a kind of lever to my left, all of which I hoped never to have to use. The pilot took his seat and issued me and Bull with headsets so that we could talk and hear what was being said. The cabin was well insulated for sound and we wouldn’t need the earpieces and microphones until we opened the door to shoot and the wind and noise from the rotor blades would drown out any attempt at conversation.

The pilot told me we would cruise at around 110 mph, twenty per cent or so lower than maximum, but that he’d got 145 mph out of the machine if all flying conditions were right and we needed to make a fast exit. We’d fly below the cloud level so as to take advantage of the view and to minimise turbulence.

‘I’d like you to fly us to the point marked by an X on the map,’ I said. ‘When we get close I would like you to overfly it and search the ocean for a boat with a Panamanian flag: four quadrants, 2 white, one red on the top right, one blue on the bottom left, both white quadrants with a star inside — one red, one blue.

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