Chapter 6
“Then he just kissed my semi-sister like we weren’t even there,” Anton was railing to Hannah as they sat aboard the small jet that was flying them eastward from Montana.
Ricardo considered the consequences of pushing Anton out the hatch at thirty-five thousand feet without a parachute, but couldn’t justify the risk of depressurizing the plane and killing everybody else just for the satisfaction. Besides, the sun had set as they’d taken off. He wouldn’t have the satisfaction of watching Anton fall for seven miles. Out here in the Plains states, there were barely even any city lights to help.
Instead of tossing Anton out, Ricardo was stuck sitting toe-to-toe with him in the little Gulfstream C-37A jet. Across the aisle, Jesse and Hannah sat opposite each other, with Isobel and M
