Coldbrook(89)

Vic and Lucy crouched forward, and Olivia went with them, holding their hands. She felt cold to Vic, and he tried to remember the last time they’d eaten or had a drink.

The sun was a pale smudge on the horizon directly ahead of them, veiled by the massive spread of smoke that stained the eastern sky. It reached high into the air, and thousands of feet above them the spreading cloud was smeared with a dirty sunrise. At the base of the column of smoke was the glow of distant flames.

‘That’s the airport?’ Lucy asked.

‘Yeah,’ Gary said. He flicked a switch and spoke into his microphone, the words inaudible to the others. Vic tried to read his expression from the side but it was inscrutable.

‘She must be dead,’ Lucy said.

‘No,’ Marc said.

‘How can you know?’

‘I can’t,’ he said, never once looking away from the smoke and flames. ‘But if there’s even a remote chance that she isn’t, then it’s our duty to search for her.’

‘And put my daughter at risk?’ Lucy asked. Vic felt a swell of pride.

‘Absolutely.’ Marc turned around and smiled at the little girl who was unaware of their conversation. ‘Absolutely. This woman could save a billion other kids.’

Lucy snorted and looked away. He’s right, Vic thought. It’s gone so far so quickly, and if she is dead then maybe everyone is dead.

‘Honey, we’ve come all this way,’ Vic said. He meant from Cincinnati, but when Lucy smiled he thought back to the very first time he had set eyes on her, when he had fallen for that smile.

‘I’ll go in upwind, from the south,’ Gary said. ‘But it’s still going to be bad. I’ll do a flyover. You all need to be looking, because I’m going in low and all my attention will be focused on not hitting anything.’

‘What are we looking for?’ Lucy asked.

‘Anyone alive.’ Marc had produced a gun from his bag and placed it casually across his lap. Vic saw Olivia’s eyes straying that way. They went wide.

‘Where’s your gun, Daddy?’ she asked.

He thought of every way he could answer that: how to protect her, to shield her. But he realised that he was still thinking safe thoughts, from a time when safety was a very different thing. Baseball matches were cancelled, Oprah was not on air, and the schools were closed today.

‘It’s here,’ he said, pulling the M1911 from his belt. ‘And Daddy uses this to make sure that no one ever, ever hurts you.’

Olivia nodded, her eyes still wide.

Gary flew them in at about five hundred feet, curving across the southern part of the airport and keeping away from the blazing terminal buildings. Small explosions were erupting in there all the time, terrible flowers of flame and smoke, and the eastern concourse was also ablaze. Several large airliners burned fiercely in islands of fire and wrecked fuselages. Vic hoped they had been empty when they’d exploded but realised that it probably didn’t matter.

‘If they were trapped in a plane they might have left by now,’ Vic said. ‘Who’d want to stay here?’

‘Someone who had to,’ Lucy said. ‘Gary, swing around again, take a wider sweep further from the fires.’

Vic raised his eyebrows at Lucy, surprised at her sudden involvement. She offered him a nervous smile, resting a protective hand on Olivia’s leg.

‘Further from fire sounds good to me.’ The helicopter banked and curved around to the south.

‘What did you see?’ Vic asked. But Lucy was frowning, shaking her head.

‘Something that didn’t register,’ she said. ‘But it’s bugging me.’

The stench of smoke already filled the cabin. Olivia coughed. She seemed more scared than before, and Vic guessed it was to do with the sudden flurry of activity. Until now the little girl had been sitting with her parents on a long helicopter ride, and maybe it had even been exciting for her. Now there was smoke and fire, and a burning airport.

‘It’s okay,’ Vic said, pressing his mouth to her ear.

‘There,’ Lucy said. ‘That plane down there, close to the grass verge. Furthest one. See it? Do you see?’

‘I see it,’ Marc said. ‘But what am I looking at’

‘Not the plane,’ Vic said, understanding at once. ‘Gary, take us lower.’

‘Oh, shit,’ the pilot whispered. He had seen it as well.

They hovered two hundred feet away, maybe a hundred feet off the ground, and countless eyes turned their way.

‘Must be a thousand of them down there,’ Vic said.

They surrounded the aircraft, most of them motionless, a few sitting or lying down because of the damage done to their bodies. They all turned their heads to watch the helicopter, and some were now walking their way, a few of them running.

Though they were well off the ground Gary took them a little higher.

Vic saw a couple of battered police vehicles and noticed that one of those running at them was a big man wearing a torn uniform. His face had gone, replaced with a dark mask of dried blood.

Olivia had pressed her face against Vic’s side and he held one hand to the side of her head, just in case she peeked. He wished someone would screen his eyes from the view as well.

‘They’re just waiting there,’ Lucy said.