Flight 219
“Get out your phones,” the gunman ordered. “I’ve got a message for the good folks down on the ground in Detroit.”
Meredith wasn’t supposed to be here. This wasn’t her flight. If she hadn’t been so eager to get herself out of Boston, she could have waited an extra day and flown straight to Grand Rapids in the morning. Was this God’s way of punishing her for her impatience? A little overdramatic maybe.
“The people of Detroit have failed our kids.” The hijacker wasn’t saying anything new. Meredith and all the other passengers on Flight 219 had been listening to his tirade now for the past half hour. Of course parents wanted their children to have access to safe and quality educations, but who would go so far as to threaten innocent passengers on an airplane to make their point?
