"She's in shock,"
Gwyn Arthur said uncertainly.
But Neil Probert knew what the
pilot meant. He sank back, closed his eyes, the sweat cooling on his brow.
Bob killed the searchlight and
took the chopper into an arc towards the school.
None of them spoke.
For a moment it seemed the
child had thrown a shadow ten times her size across the snow. A monstrous
shadow, with the illusion of small, hard wings flapping at its shoulders.