While the noise and vibration slowly settled, Nick pulled the earphones off his head and turned to his friend. He yelled above the fading noise of the blades. “Thanks, Brice. I know hauling me around isn’t part of your job description, but I appreciate the help.” “No problem,” said the other man. “Breaks up the boredom while your folks are gone.” “Want to come in for coffee before you fly back to the island?’ “I’ve had enough coffee for the night, but I’d better make a pit stop before I take off again.” They jumped from the chopper and locked the doors as the propellers came to a slow halt. Nick didn’t see anyone as they started walking toward the back entrance of the police station. Most of the day shift had gone. Due to budget cuts, the night shift had a lot fewer people on staff. He did notice a few ATF vehicles parked in the lot. When they entered the building, he pointed Brice in the direction of the bathroom. Moving farther into the reception area, he spoke to several fellow officers.
