CHAPTER 5
Kennedy swallowed as the flight attendant behind her grabbed the phone from the wall. “Captain, this is Tracy,” she whispered, and then her voice fell so Kennedy couldn’t hear anymore. She glanced over at Willow, whose face had fallen ghastly white.
All sorts of horrific scenarios ran through Kennedy’s mind. The man pulling a machine gun out from his billowing garments and raining lead on the entire cabin. Or revealing an armory of bombs and explosive taped across his chest and demanding entrance to the cockpit. That couldn’t be it, though, could it? There were security measures. Metal detectors. TSA agents. He couldn’t have boarded their plane if he was that dangerous, could he?
BO Dude turned in his seat, still covering his head and laying low. “We’ve got to take him down no
