End of the Line, chapter 11
Action and Adventure in Alaska
The tunnel was thick with the tang of cordite when I stepped out of the cab. I saw Nate, his hands in the air, standing behind a small car - there were several of them, arranged in a zigzag to slow vehicles as they approached the checkpoint at the entrance to the tunnel. Whittier’s Chief of Police was not taking any chances. I realised …
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