Flight 219
“The people of Detroit have failed our children,” Bradley was saying. He still hadn’t put his g*n away, and Meredith felt her body inching as far away from him as possible whenever he passed her in his relentless pacing up and down the aisle. “If the superintendent and his board of crooks had actually done their jobs instead of selling out our kids to the lowest bidder, I wouldn’t be forced to do any of this.”
Meredith had already decided that if the g*n pointed in her direction, she’d use her body to shield little West and his mother. Far better to lose her own life than sit by and watch a helpless child die. The resolve gave her a new burst of courage, a sense of control, however imaginary.
“Until the superintendent of the Detroit school systems or the governor of Michigan
