Flight 219
Even though Meredith hadn’t been able to hear the entire exchange between Bradley and his next victim, the loud and confident voice from the back of the cabin now carried over every other sound in the plane.
“Let her go.”
Meredith’s breath caught in her throat when she recognized the voice of the speaker.
“I said let her go.” Grandma Lucy was out of her seat now. Meredith forgot any of her former resolve. Forgot that she was supposed to focus on the child beside her. Forgot that she was supposed to keep her eyes closed. She remained twisted around in her seat and stared, transfixed, a hint or maybe an echo of the same sense of power she’d experienced when Grandma Lucy prayed over her in the airport gate now flying somewhere overhead in the cabin. If she could focus her atten
