Prisoner of Pikers Island #3

There was a blast from above, and Eli looked up. Bursts of wind from spinning helicopterblades slapped his bangs against his forehead. The thunderous racket of the approachingRoyal Rose sounded like rockets going off in the sky. Eli saw the man framed in the doorway of the chopper. His brain sounded bells of terror: George Morris is here!! Eli Mink...