Chapter 89
Tara watched Tug steer them away from the pontoon. She wanted to ask how he knew which way to go, but the engine was loud and already they were bouncing uncomfortably on the waves. Out of the protection of the harbour, the sea had grown big again.
St Helen’s, she knew, was one of the most northerly of the Isles of Scilly and so she guessed he’d be taking them in a southerly direction, but the other islands were nothing more than low, hazy shapes on the horizon.
Somehow, though, she wasn’t afraid. She trusted Tug to get them home safely. It was as simple as that.
Another sound, louder than their engines, drew all their attention. She looked back, sensing the others do the same, and saw the white helicopter rise over St Helen’s.
The chopper turned north-east and vanished into the cloud.