Vigilant Charity by Wayne Stinnett & Kimberli A. Bindschatel

Author:Wayne Stinnett & Kimberli A. Bindschatel [Stinnett, Wayne & Bindschatel, Kimberli A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wayne Stinnett
Published: 2019-06-17T04:26:47+00:00

As soon as the boat left the harbor, turned south, and gained speed, Savannah seemed to calm. She was doing something, contributing. Charity realized Savannah had been right; staying with Henry wasn’t an option. Just pacing would have killed her. If it were her own daughter who’d been kidnapped, Charity knew she certainly wouldn’t be able to sit back and wait. Why should she expect Savannah to?

The wind whipped Charity’s hair into a tangled mess and the twin engines roared in her ears as the boat raced across the water. She glanced at the Cigarette’s speedometer; sixty miles per hour. It was chilly this time of the morning. She went down below to get warm and check the weather conditions for the flight. Luck was with them. Skies were clear from Andros Island all the way to Beaufort, South Carolina.

Two hours later, they arrived at Henry’s little marina on Andros. He stood waiting for them on the dock. A man of few words, he greeted them with a nod. He understood the need for haste.

Angelique stood beside him. She lived in one of the small cabins on Henry’s resort, helping him care for the guests and generally keeping the place running. The moment Savannah stepped from the boat, Angelique took her in her arms, hugging her tight. “Everyting gone be all right,” she whispered. “Charity gone take care of it.” When she released her from the hug, she handed her a bag. “I packed yuh some tings. Water, sandwiches. You need to take care’a yerselves now.”

Savannah thanked her and quickly gave instructions on caring for Woden, his diet and usual routines. Charity thanked Angelique too, knowing she’d be the one to make sure Woden was fed, and moments later, they were in Henry’s rusted old pickup on their way to the airport.

As requested, her helicopter was fueled and ready to fly.

She opened the doors to let the heat out of the black helo, while she did a thorough walkaround.

“Don’t tell me you know how to fly this thing?” Savannah said, following her.

“I do. It’s my helo.”

She stared a moment. “Who are you, anyway?”

“I was an Army pilot. Long before we met.”

Savannah leaned in and looked at the dash. “And we’re going to fly all the way to Beaufort in this?” Her tone implied she didn’t believe it was physically possible.

“Don’t worry,” Charity assured her, motioning her to get in.

Charity closed the door, went around to the pilot’s seat and climbed in. She handed Savannah a set of headphones, then put on her own, as she mentally ran through her cockpit preparation flow, scanning left to right and top to bottom, confirming that all the familiar switches were at the right setting. Satisfied, she went through the startup checklist in her head and fired up the big turbine engine. It whirred to life. All sounded normal and the gauges were reading correctly. That was good. The last thing she needed right now was engine trouble on top of everything else.

Savannah’s eyes

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