Chapter 15

Peter followed his “hell of a woman” as she led his Secret Service detail to the northeast through the trees. They struck down-slope whenever they could, avoiding both the cliff edge and any sight lines to the Thai forces above.

Frank reported that most of his Secret Service squad was joining with the Cambodians in defense of the temple. Only one of the six Marines from the two helicopters was uninjured and two were dead.

“You know that the Thais will simply claim it was one renegade Lieutenant or something, gone crazy and acting on his own. When we insist on having the pilot, they will conveniently claim that he was killed trying to escape.” Frank’s voice was grim.

“Doesn’t change where the U.S. will be placing their voice on the international scene. But first, you’ve got to get me out of this alive.”

“Not me. It’s up to your girlfriend there.”

Genny broke for the next group of trees, sprinting like a gazelle. Her legs, impossibly long, flashing from her skirt, her hair flying behind her like a banner.

“Well, if I’m going to go running after something Frank, it would be hard to find something better than that.”

Frank clapped him on the shoulder and they sprinted off together.