CHAPTER 18

Maggie watched the rescue swimmer jump out of the helicopter one minute and within seconds she saw the flight mechanic, Kesnick, stumble and slide, diving headfirst toward the open door as if he were being sucked out behind Bailey.

Maggie reacted on instinct. She ripped at her restraints, her gloved fingers taking too long to break herself free. She grabbed for his safety belt that remained hooked into the deck of the cabin. She hadn’t even seen the hoist cable snag Kesnick’s helmet. Instead, she followed the safety belt’s line, using its tautness to pull herself to her feet.

She heard Wilson and Ellis trying to figure out what the hell was going on. She couldn’t see them and didn’t take precious time to wait until she could. Instead, she gripped Kesnick’s belt and pulled with all her weight. It was enough to jerk Kesnick out of his freefall stance. But the hoist cable that had caught his helmet still whipped his head back in the direction of the open door.

Kesnick let out a scream from the pain. For a brief, sick moment, Maggie worried it may have broken his neck. Her eyes followed the cable from its snag on his helmet to a hook on the top of the open door. She couldn’t reach the hoist cable but she could reach his helmet. She clawed at it, fumbling with the chinstrap, trying to remember what clicked into what.

Wilson and Ellis were yelling at each other, at Kesnick, at Maggie. Then the helicopter shifted and rocked, slinging Kesnick backward, his head in her gut. His helmet-less head. Thank God. She saw the cable snap and fling Kesnick’s helmet out the door.

Maggie grabbed on to a leather strap attached to the wall just as the helicopter rocked again and her feet started to slide toward the door. Wilson grunted a string of curses before he rocked it back and held steady.

Amazingly Kesnick was already on his knees crawling back to his feet.

Ellis yelled, “Are you okay, man?”

But without his helmet, Kesnick didn’t hear and couldn’t respond. He hurried back to the open doorway, clutching his safety belt still tethered by the line to the floor. He leaned out to look down for Bailey. Maggie had forgotten about the rescue swimmer. Was she still even there? Kesnick reached for the hoist cable, wrestling and jerking it until the loop that had knotted on the hook broke loose. Somehow he managed to tug it free.

“What about the rescue swimmer?” Ellis yelled at Kesnick’s back.

Maggie heard the howling wind roar through the helicopter. The thump-thump of the rotors and thump-thump of her heartbeat made it difficult to hear the words and she knew it was impossible for Kesnick to hear anything without the communication system inside the helmet.

She held tight to the leather strap, readjusted her weight, and shoved herself up onto her feet. Still holding on to the strap, she swiped up Bailey’s flight helmet from where she had left it and tapped Kesnick on the shoulder with it. His eyes shot her a look of surprise then he nodded, yanked on the helmet, and adjusted the mike.

“Liz’s caught in a crosswind,” Kesnick yelled. “She’s spinning.”

“Son of a bitch,” Wilson answered.

“I’m pulling her back,” Kesnick said, planting his feet.

In seconds Kesnick had Bailey back inside the helicopter.

Maggie handed Liz her own helmet. Then Maggie sat against the wall, gripping the leather strap with gloved fingers, noticing now how badly her hands were shaking. She could no longer hear the conversation taking place. Both Kesnick and Bailey looked remarkably calm.

It seemed like less than a couple of minutes and Bailey handed the helmet back to Maggie, replacing it with her lighter-weight swim helmet. Maggie checked her eyes in that brief exchange. There was no hesitation. No fear.

Bailey scooted back to the open doorway, waited for Kesnick’s tap on the chest, gave him a thumbs-up, and to Maggie’s disbelief, the young rescue swimmer rolled out of the helicopter again.