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The injury was just a graze, but it burned like hell, which only helped to fuel his anger.

“We need to get to the mainland,” he said.

“That would be great, but exactly how are we supposed to do that?” Parker asked.

“We take the same boat we came over in.”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re in the middle of afuckingstorm! No way I’m going out on the water in this. If you want to take it, I’m happy to drop you off.”

“You said there are three ways on and off the island. Two of them are by boat, the other by plane. Then we go by plane.”

“You think flying in this will be any better?”

“A few minutes of turbulence and then we get above the storm.”

“I see a glaring problem with that,” Parker said. “I don’t know how to fly.”

“Lucky for you, I do.”

Parker was silent for several seconds. “How well?”

“Very well.”

Parker chewed on his lip, then asked, “Where’s the airport?”

Bronsky pulled out his phone and opened his map app.

Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at the airport.

It was smaller than Bronsky hoped and had only three planes, all parked outside and tied down due to the storm.

He pointed at a Cessna 182 that looked like it had been well maintained. “That one. It’s the best of the lot.”

“You’re sure you can fly it in this weather?” Parker asked skeptically.

“Of course.”

“With that injury?”

Bronsky waved him off. “I’ll be fine.”

Parker was able to park right next to the chosen plane.

“You have anything in your tool bag that can unlock the cabin door?” Bronsky asked.

“I’ve never had to break into a plane before, but it shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Then get to it.”

“Any idea where they mighthave gone?” Stone asked, his voice raised to be heard over the weather.

He and Ed had just finished a quick drive through town.

“They’ll want to get off the island as soon as they can,” Ed said.

“You think they’d try a boat?”

At the moment, the sea was a churning mess.