Over the mountains, the deepening red was the same colour as the stolen lorry. He remembered when he, Con and Motti had found it, abandoned, all doors flung wide open as if in despair, bulletholes in the nearby walls. The image had haunted him on the long flight back – his first trip flying solo. He could’ve wished for happier circumstances. At least you know Tye and Patch aren’t dead, he told himself. The monitoring satellite had shown that much – the helicopter with its mysterious cargo had flown straight to the Black House in Colorado, and his friends along with it. There had been cars and trucks coming and going all day, and it was impossible to know if Tye and Patch were still there or if they’d been removed to another location. Jonah imagined Tye would have been reunited with Ramez by now. And he’d want to keep Tye happy, so surely he’d insist on nothing happening to Patch.
