Flight 219
Meredith was glad for her position in the front of the plane. Glad that so far, the violence had all taken place toward the rear. In the seat next to her, West was still clinging to his mother, but at least he didn’t seem so panicked anymore. In fact, most of the passengers appeared to be suffering from a combined sense of shock and resignation. Ever since the last murder victim fell, the only noise to be heard over the drone of the engines was the gunman himself, who spoke loudly into a cell phone camera.
“You might be wondering why I’ve taken control of this flight. I wouldn’t have to go to these measures if it weren’t for the crimes the superintendent committed against my children.”
Meredith was familiar with the uproar it had caused when the city of Detroit built an eleme
