Cat shoved the cyclic forward and pressed down on the right pedal, causing the helicopter to taxi along the tarmac in a hard right turn, heading straight for the hangar, the rotor blades chopping at full power. Macovich had no choice but to haul off and slug his NASCAR student in the side of the head, knocking him out cold. Macovich pressed down both pedals and stopped the helicopter before it taxied into the back of a Cessna Citation. He cut the throttle back to flight idle and blew out a big, stressful breath of stale tobacco-smelling air.
"Man, " Cat groaned as he slowly came to. "Why'd you fucking hit me, man?"
"You tell your fucking driver when he needs to go somewhere, I'm flying and you can park your dangerous motherfucking ass in back, " Macovich angrily said. The near-disasters of the morning were compounded by his throbbing hangover and bad memories of Hooter's dissing him in Freckles and then refusing to have sex with him on the couch when she drove him back to his mother's cluttered single-bedroom house.
"Man, we gotta go to the race tomorrow night, " Cat said as he rubbed his head.
"Yeah, well, the guv'ner got to get there, too, " Macovich said as he flipped switches to the off position. "So I'm gonna have to fly you dudes in shifts, 'cause I got no choice about it. I can't just tell the guv that he's gonna have to go by car. "
"What'chu talking about?" Cat hotly replied. "Look at all them helicopters. "
He stared at the fleet of shiny new helicopters inside the hangar.
"We don't care which one you fly us in, as long as it cost as much as this one, " Cat said.
Macovich figured the NASCAR pit crew had an important, powerful image to maintain, and puzzled what to do. He supposed he could recruit Andy to fly the First Family in a smaller but equally luxurious 407, which would leave Macovich free to transport the thus-far anonymous NASCAR driver and his pit crew in appropriate style for a handsome price that would enable Macovich to get his own apartment so the women he picked up would feel more comfortable about having sex with him. He would just lie to the governor and say the 430 was in for maintenance, assuming the governor even noticed.
"Uh, helicopter Sierra-Papa? You got company?" the Coast Guard pilot tried again as he choppered at a hundred and seventy knots toward the Richmond skyline.
"Sierra-Papa. Who's trying to contact?" The breathless voice came back, and the Coast Guard pilots glanced at each other and nodded, which was their way of signaling that it was no bloody wonder state police pilots were always quitting.
Stories had made the aviation rounds, and the accepted version was that no one wanted to fly for the state police because the First Lady was always trying to matchmake her ugly daughters with the pilots who flew the First Family to dinner and shopping. Well, maybe not. Most likely it was because the entire state police department had gone whacko ever since it had been taken over by the woman superintendent the Coast Guard needed to contact about two fugitives.
"We're a Coast Guard HH-sixty, " the pilot radioed back. "Have two subjects on board and need a state police contact. Uh, the situation's sensitive. You got a freq for the superintendent?"
It's just like a movie!" Windy Brees exclaimed as she blew through Hammer's door a minute later and excitedly informed her and Andy that a Coast Guard helicopter had just picked up the kidnapped dentist and his harmonica-playing abductor. "They're in a helicopter and had to lift them up in this huge basket with waves crashing everywhere and the wind storming, just like in The Perfect Howl! Did you see that with Keanu Clooney? Oh, if only he were older!"
"All right, all right, " Hammer said. "See if you can get the Coast Guard back on the air so we can talk to them. "
Hammer swivelled her chair around to the radio on the table behind her desk as Andy switched to 125. 0, a rather generic frequency shared by small airports and often not very busy.
"Tell them we're on one-twenty-five-nothing, " Andy told the secretary.
Soon enough, they had the Coast Guard pilots on the air.
"This is the state police, " Andy said into the microphone. "Are you on crew only?"
"Roger, " was the comeback.
"Roger, " Andy said. "Can you relay the circumstances?"
"Roger. We spotted two subjects in a boat and brought them on board. Appears they were fishing in the crab sanctuary and ran out of gas. They fired flares at our aircraft, and a post SAR boarding showed they were not in compliance. No fire extinguishers or life jackets. "
"We need them here. " Superintendent Hammer got on the radio. "What's your present location?"
"Eleven-point-three miles east of the Richmond airport."
Hammer asked the Coast Guard if they could transport the prisoners to state police headquarters for questioning at the very moment Dr. Faux was saying into his headset that it would be most helpful if the pilots would drop him and Fonny Boy in Reedville, not realizing that the radio was turned to crew only and no one in the cockpit could hear him.
"I don't need to return to Tangier at this time, " Dr. Faux said into his microphone as the helicopter thundered across what a pilot would call severe-clear skies. "And I want to make sure that you understand that
Fonny Boy was simply being kind enough to play his harmonica for me while he showed me around the bay when the bateau experienced engine problems. As for the crab pot, we have no idea where that came from. "
"That true?" asked the engineer, who was in back with them and could hear the dentist's transmission but not what was being said in the cockpit.
"Nah!" Fonny Boy made the mistake of talking backward as the helicopter choppered west, toward state police headquarters.
"Oh, it's not true?" the engineer said harshly. "I thought as much. So you were crabbing!"
"I'll call my wife and she'll come get us, " Dr. Faux nervously rattled on. "And I sure am sorry for all the trouble, but you certainly saved our lives. If you ever need any free dental work, please call me. Here's my card. "
He held out a business card, which was caught by air rushing past the helicopter's open door. The card sailed out into the bright afternoon and was shredded by the tail rotor.
"Oh, dear. That was my last one. And this doesn't look like Reedville, "Dr. Faux said in alarm as the Jayhawk made its approach to a helipad in what looked like Richmond.
You've got a lot of explaining to do, "Andy said to Fonny Boy and the dentist after they were handcuffed and led into an interrogation room.
"It's all a mistake, " Dr. Faux said, deciding he would deny being kidnapped and anything else that might stir up a bigger mess. "I had simply extended my stay on the island, and Fonny Boy was taking me home when his bateau ran out of gas. "
Fonny Boy's attention wandered down to the rusting piece of iron in his pocket. No matter what, he had to get back to the crab pot and follow the rope down to the sunken ship, which by now he was convinced was filled with treasure. He wasn't entirely sure why the buoy had remained only two feet from the bateau's stern as they drifted with the current, but assumed he had gotten disoriented and the bateau had not moved at all. He couldn't face the possibility that he had lost the location of his destiny, and all that awaited him in life was returning to Tangier Island or maybe finding himself behind bars.
"Have they taken anybody else hostage on the island?" Hammer asked the dentist as Windy took notes.
"I know nothing about any hostages, " Dr. Faux said. "And it's outrageous that you are detaining me here in handcuffs like a common criminal. I'm a dentist who helps the poor!"
"Yes, you help them all right, " Andy aggressively said, playing bad cop. "By ruining their teeth with unnecessary, lousy, and nonexistent dental work-such as substituting cheap materials for expensive crowns and fillings, and billing for bogus behavior management of pediatric patients, who end up with more steel crowns than they have baby teeth. Last year alone, thirty-two patients of yours endured some one hundred and ninety-two tooth removals, and in at least a hundred instances you billed for bringing in anesthetists when in fact, you were sedating the patients yourself.