CHAPTER 8
T minus 7 minutes
Think. She had to think. Kennedy hadn’t gotten into Harvard for her social graces or athletic skills. She had a brain somewhere beneath that skull and head of thick hair. She could figure this out. Come up with a plan.
The last thing she wanted to do was alert the fat man to anything suspicious. If he found out the girl had signaled for help, who knew what sort of trouble she’d be in? But how did the authorities handle situations like this in the middle of a flight? It wasn’t as if Kennedy could simply call 911 and ask the dispatcher to send a few squad cars down to rescue an abducted teen. How had he gotten her on the plane in the first place? Weren’t the TSA agents supposed to have an eye out for that sort of thing?
She had to let one of the flight attenda
