Having watched her father a few times, Chandler had a rudimentary knowledge of what he was doing but certainly could not have been any help. He didn’t need any. That was clear. The minute he’d stepped into the helicopter, she’d felt the change in him. He was calm, totally in the moment, totally focused. She knew enough to put her headset on and to strap in. The engine was going, the blades were rotating. The roof was wide open. Ethan turned to her and gave her a brilliant smile and a thumbs-up. And suddenly they were in the air, clearing the building, lifting. She gripped her seat, expecting to feel gunfire hit the frame of the helicopter. The security guard had been crazy enough to try to shoot her inside the building. What was going to stop him from firing off a few rounds now? She looked down. There was a light-colored SUV parked next to the building, a man standing next to it, his arm raised in the air.
