Chapter Thirty-Five
The detectives headed toward the door to the first-class section.
They were on the second of two levels, each containing a general and a first-class passenger section. Taking the elevator was questionable given the virus, which meant their best shot was a ladder, but first they needed to free the flight attendant from the crew alcove near the door.
Emma’s efforts paid off. The alcove slid open, and the flight attendant stumbled out. Her gaze settled on the security guard and shifted to the stunned terrorist.
“Are you two responsible for this?” she asked, reaching into a pocket, her eyes narrowed.
“Yes.” Erik kept his weapon pointed down at a forty-five-degree angle. “You’ve got a terrorist situation here. We’re cops from Neo So Cal. We’ll take care of the terrorist
