CHAPTER 14
Kennedy hid her face in her arms as General addressed the superintendent of the Detroit School District once more. “You have another five minutes, Mr. Weston. I’m sure you’re getting the picture by now. The plane’s fully loaded, and I’ve got all the time in the world. You know how to reach me.”
Ray wrapped an arm around Kennedy’s shoulder. “It’s going to be ok,” he whispered. It was a lie but a compassionate one.
She didn’t bother replying.
Five minutes. And then the terror would begin anew. Who this time? And how could any of the passengers on board survive this horror? This uncertainty?
Kennedy’s teeth chattered. Just like the flight attendant’s had before ...
Would she ever get that image out of her brain? Could she ever erase the memory of the day? If she survived at a
