CHAPTER 17
The moments that followed General’s failure felt more surreal than any dream Kennedy could remember. While General and his lieutenant sat bound in the back of the plane, the passengers slowly began to talk again. Move around again. Breathe again. The two dead bodies were covered with blankets and moved out of the aisles. Out of sight. Could Kennedy ever forget? What had she known about Tracy? A mother of two. Frazzled at times, perhaps, but she did her job well. What would her friends say about the kind of person she was off hours? Her husband or any other loved ones she’d left behind?
She squeezed her eyes shut. Thank God they were so close to Detroit. She had to wrangle her thoughts. Take them captive. Avoid thinking about Tracy and the other murdered passenger. At least unt
