The jagged crown of the Superstition Mountains cast a menacing silhouette over the hovering Black Hawk helicopter. His mouth a grim line, Derek dumped his backpack next to mine in the rescue basket. I flinched as the trapped souls began to wail. Their anguish was almost more than I could bear. I touched the backpack. “It’s okay. I promise I’ll find a way to free you.” Sloan’s callused hand cupped my face. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you. That place is…” “Haunted and scary as hell,” I finished. He gave a jerky nod and motioned to the Crew Chief. Up I went. Shit! Maybe I should have mentioned that I have a thing about heights. The wind rose and the basket swayed wildly. I squeezed my eyes shut and hung on for dear life. “Omigod! Omigod!” A gloved hand patted my arm. “You can let go now, ma’am.” Huh? I opened my eyes. I was inside the helicopter. Scrambling out of the basket, I threw my arms around the Crew Chief and gave him a big hug. “Thank you. Thank you so much.
