CHAPTER 7
Chelsea’s heart couldn’t handle the stress. Any instant, it was going to give out entirely.
Her head was light. Was she even breathing?
“Listen up,” Bradley bellowed. His voice carried and echoed through every crevice and cranny of the cabin. “Let me tell you how it’s gonna go.”
Behind him, the man in the Hawaiian shirt was binding the air marshal and dragging his unconscious body to the back of the cabin. Chelsea thought she saw him make eye contact and give a silent nod to another passenger as well. How many men were in on this plot to take over their plane?
“You have to let us go,” a woman pleaded. “Please, you don’t want to do this.”
“No.” Bradley’s voice was level and eerily controlled. He continued to aim the air marshal’s gun overhead. “The truth is I don’t want to d
