"That means you have to find a way to pack it on ice for four days, or it's gonna be plenty ripe. There will be someone in deco to handle it from there.”
“There’s one slight problem. We’re in Miami.”
“What the hell are you doing there?”
I told him.
“I don’t care how you do it, just get your asses here pronto.”
“Send Tango One.”
“That’s 40 minutes up and 40 minutes back. Time is wasting.”
“I’ll figure something out. Let me make a few phone calls and see what I can rustle up.”
“Next time you’re going to be out of town, let me know.”
I ended the call and relayed the information to Jack.
Concern filled his eyes. "Is Flynn okay?”
I shrugged, then called a buddy, Tommy Thornwood. Turbo ran a helicopter charter business shuttling tourists around the Keys.
Tommy picked up after a few rings, and I told him the situation.
“You’re in luck. I’ve got a guy flying a corporate client to Miami now. I’ll have him pick you up on the way back. Where are you?”
I told him. “You’re a lifesaver.”
“I know. You owe me one. Maybe a dozen.”
“Probably two dozen at this point.”
Tommy had helped us out on numerous occasions.
He said he’d be in touch and ended the call. I called the sheriff back and told him we found a ride.
“What about me?” Paisley asked.
“You’re staying here.”
She shifted with discomfort. “You’re going to leave me alone? When are you coming back?”
I cringed. “It’s going to be a minute.”
“How long is a minute?”
“If all goes well, a day down and four days in deco.”
“A week!?”
I nodded.
“What am I going to do for a week?”
“Try to stay out of trouble.”
“Who’s going to protect me?” she sassed.
