Unakwik Inlet. How far?” Donovan snapped. Janie glanced down to the chart on her knee and immediately banked the helicopter to the north. “We’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” “We’re fifteen minutes away,” Donovan told Lauren. “How much time do we have?” “They’re doing sixteen knots. They’ll reach the very end of the inlet in fifty-six minutes,” Lauren replied. “I saw Nikolett on the bridge—they’re aboard.” “Full speed? I can’t believe they’d do this—the devastation will be catastrophic. Alert the Coast Guard, tell them everything, and then call me back.” Donovan severed the connection, still reeling from the enormity of what Garrick had accomplished. “That was Lauren. They’ve found the North Star, and it’s steaming toward Unakwik Inlet. She confirmed that Nikolett Kovarik is on the bridge, so we can dispense with any pleasantries or hesitation about boarding the vessel.” “Once we’re on the deck, it’s roughly four hundred feet from the helipad to the first external gangway that leads up to the bridge,”
