Page 251 of Deep Cover

Good. Because I had to move. I had to get to him.

The chopper lifted smoothly and banked, turning in a tight circle under skilled hands, then powered up and headed toward southern Nevada.

And Cole St. Martin. Sadistic son of a bitch. "Owner." "Master."

The man who saved my life.

The man whose life I needed to save now.

I couldn't help it. It was useless, but I sat hunched forward. Trying to get there faster. Cursing the distance between us.

Cursing Kie.

Straining to get to Cole.

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