People had gathered despite the hour, drawn by the sound of the rescue craft circling overhead. When Elias stumbled onto the wet tarmac, Callen leaning weakly against him, the crowd erupted with gasps and whispers.
The police rushed forward, guiding Callen toward a waiting ambulance. His face was pale, his arm heavily bandaged, but he was alive. He turned his head, meeting Elias’s eyes one last time before the doors closed.