Chapter 17

One of the guys there looked up as he walked in. “Hey, good show, Darby. Those sixteen members of the hotshot crew owe you their asses.”

“All in a day’s work,” Blaine replied. “It was a team effort, anyway. I probably made too many bad strikes while I was in the air force. Maybe I can pick up a little good karma now.”

Maybe he should be more willing to take credit where it was probably due. He still found it hard. He exhaled a long, slow breath before he spoke again. “Any more news?”

“Well, they actually had a blurb on the radio this morning about those Middle Eastern guys they picked up. Could be we’ve finally got Homeland Security’s attention. Kinda hard to blow this off when fifty people saw it, and I guess it’ll be on TV this afternoon. That reporter kid was there, wasn’t he?”

Blaine nodded. “Yeah, he was and looked like he recorded a lot of footage. Said he had to go back to his home base and get it ready to present.”