CHAPTER 10
“My name is Bradley Strong. I reside at 324 Trenton Street in Detroit, Michigan. For all you law officers listening in, I wouldn’t bother sweeping the place if I were you. Everything’s scrubbed.”
His voice was smooth, confident, as if he’d been born to speak into video cameras at forty thousand feet.
“You might be interested to know that I’m on Flight 219 and have here a hundred and seventeen passengers ...” He glanced down at his feet. “Actually, correct that. I have here a hundred and sixteen passengers and five crew members as my hostages. I’m with my lieutenant, who for the time being shall remain nameless.”
He nodded at Hawaiian Shirt and smirked at the cameras. Kennedy wondered how many of the recordings were streaming to a live audience. How long until the news channe
