A full moon illuminated far too much of Chadwick and its dead population for Michael’s liking. He was standing on the car park roof, looking out towardcean and doing his best to ignore everything that lay between him and the edge of the water. “We ready?” Richard asked, hanging out of the helicopter door. “Go for it,” Harry said, and he climbed into the seat next to the pilot’s. Harte was already in the back. Michael got in, sat down next to him and buckled up. “You’re all completely sure about this?” Richard said as he ran through his preflight checks and started the powerful machine. “Hell of a risk, this.” “I don’t see we have much choice,” Michael said as the noise and vibration increased. “We have to try.” “Fair enough.” Richard pulled back on the controls and took off. The helicopter rapidly climbed up into the night. * * * The helicopter was over the castle in no time at all. Richard banked around and peered down into the courtyard.
