louder. The man pushed the flight attendant button.
Sarah tapped the back of their seat and leaned forward.
“Is everything okay?” she asked. “Now that we’re preparing to land, I don’t think any flight attendant’s will come.”
Both of them turned and looked at her through the gap in the seat.
“That’s not Toronto below us,” the male said. “Something’s wrong. We’re landing in Chicago. That lake down there is Lake Michigan, not Lake Ontario.”
“What?” Sarah couldn’t believe it. They had to be making a mistake. “Are you sure? The captain just announced that we were landing in Toronto.”
“I’m absolutely sure. I used to live there. This is Chicago. No doubt about it.”
“But why? There’s no layover booked there. Let me check my boarding pass.”
Sarah reached in her carryon bag and grabbed her boarding pass, already knowing she wouldn’t see the name Chicago on it. It said KLM, flight 487B, her seat number and the destination: Toronto. She had to be in Toronto by Wednesday to stop Drake Bellamy’s murder. If she was on the wrong flight, she had no idea how fast she could make new plans.
“What do your boarding passes say?” she asked.
“According to this we’re on a flight to Toronto. It doesn’t make any sense, because that’s Chicago below us.”
Sarah turned to her right. Dave, the man sitting one seat over, had a stupid smile on his face.
“Have you checked your boarding pass?”
He shook his head in the negative, but didn’t say anything.
“Why are you smiling?” Sarah asked. “Do you find something amusing?”
Dave opened the right side of his jacket far enough to show Sarah his weapon.
“I’m an air marshal. The penalties and jail time can be severe for cases of air rage, so I suggest you sit back and relax. Don’t do anything stupid. No more disturbing the other passengers. No more questions. There’s nowhere you can go, nothing you can do. Stay calm. Everything will be explained when we land.”
Sarah stared at him, open-mouthed. “Tell me you’re joking, please, because showing me your gun like that is what I consider to be a threat. I’ve done nothing wrong on this flight. I’ve not been arrested and I’m definitely not your prisoner. So, tell me you’re joking, because if you aren’t, we are going to have a problem. A serious fucking problem.”
The air marshal undid his seat belt and stood up in the aisle. He looked toward the back of the plane and nodded his head. He turned forward and repeated the same nod.
Two men walked toward Dave along the aisle.
Dave turned to the passengers watching him from their seats when his backup arrived.
“May I have your attention, please? My name is Dave Ingram. I am an air marshal. These men are also marshals. We have a temporary situation that you needn’t be alarmed with. This plane is landing in Chicago and then it will be heading to Toronto as planned. You may be a little late getting to your final destination and we’re sorry for that inconvenience, but we have a passenger here that needs to be detained. Stay calm. We’ll be on the ground in moments.”
What a nightmare. Who is orchestrating this?
People whispered among themselves. Sarah felt every face aimed toward her. She needed to think. They were close to the ground. The plane would touch down within a minute. She had to do something, but what?
Could Rod Howley be behind this? No way. He’s dead or seriously wounded back in Hungary.
She leaned her head back and closed her eyes as the wheels touched down.
Stay calm, Sarah, stay calm.
There was no use trying to fight three armed men. With the way air travel had changed, if she attacked the marshals, regular passengers would come to their aid.
What will Parkman think when he arrives in Toronto to pick her up at the airport and, not only is flight 487B late, but Sarah
Sarah tapped the back of their seat and leaned forward.
“Is everything okay?” she asked. “Now that we’re preparing to land, I don’t think any flight attendant’s will come.”
Both of them turned and looked at her through the gap in the seat.
“That’s not Toronto below us,” the male said. “Something’s wrong. We’re landing in Chicago. That lake down there is Lake Michigan, not Lake Ontario.”
“What?” Sarah couldn’t believe it. They had to be making a mistake. “Are you sure? The captain just announced that we were landing in Toronto.”
“I’m absolutely sure. I used to live there. This is Chicago. No doubt about it.”
“But why? There’s no layover booked there. Let me check my boarding pass.”
Sarah reached in her carryon bag and grabbed her boarding pass, already knowing she wouldn’t see the name Chicago on it. It said KLM, flight 487B, her seat number and the destination: Toronto. She had to be in Toronto by Wednesday to stop Drake Bellamy’s murder. If she was on the wrong flight, she had no idea how fast she could make new plans.
“What do your boarding passes say?” she asked.
“According to this we’re on a flight to Toronto. It doesn’t make any sense, because that’s Chicago below us.”
Sarah turned to her right. Dave, the man sitting one seat over, had a stupid smile on his face.
“Have you checked your boarding pass?”
He shook his head in the negative, but didn’t say anything.
“Why are you smiling?” Sarah asked. “Do you find something amusing?”
Dave opened the right side of his jacket far enough to show Sarah his weapon.
“I’m an air marshal. The penalties and jail time can be severe for cases of air rage, so I suggest you sit back and relax. Don’t do anything stupid. No more disturbing the other passengers. No more questions. There’s nowhere you can go, nothing you can do. Stay calm. Everything will be explained when we land.”
Sarah stared at him, open-mouthed. “Tell me you’re joking, please, because showing me your gun like that is what I consider to be a threat. I’ve done nothing wrong on this flight. I’ve not been arrested and I’m definitely not your prisoner. So, tell me you’re joking, because if you aren’t, we are going to have a problem. A serious fucking problem.”
The air marshal undid his seat belt and stood up in the aisle. He looked toward the back of the plane and nodded his head. He turned forward and repeated the same nod.
Two men walked toward Dave along the aisle.
Dave turned to the passengers watching him from their seats when his backup arrived.
“May I have your attention, please? My name is Dave Ingram. I am an air marshal. These men are also marshals. We have a temporary situation that you needn’t be alarmed with. This plane is landing in Chicago and then it will be heading to Toronto as planned. You may be a little late getting to your final destination and we’re sorry for that inconvenience, but we have a passenger here that needs to be detained. Stay calm. We’ll be on the ground in moments.”
What a nightmare. Who is orchestrating this?
People whispered among themselves. Sarah felt every face aimed toward her. She needed to think. They were close to the ground. The plane would touch down within a minute. She had to do something, but what?
Could Rod Howley be behind this? No way. He’s dead or seriously wounded back in Hungary.
She leaned her head back and closed her eyes as the wheels touched down.
Stay calm, Sarah, stay calm.
There was no use trying to fight three armed men. With the way air travel had changed, if she attacked the marshals, regular passengers would come to their aid.
What will Parkman think when he arrives in Toronto to pick her up at the airport and, not only is flight 487B late, but Sarah
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