CHAPTER 26
Russel refuses to let me go anywhere without him. It’s sweet, actually. A little protective.
It takes a few minutes, but the airlines agents call in someone to keep an eye on the kids in the adjoining room and take my husband and me to another small office. Through the cracks in the door, I hear Andrew whining about how hungry he is.
“Mrs. Strickland, are you aware of what’s occurring aboard Flight 219?”
“I saw something on the news,” I answer, uncertain if this is what I’m supposed to say or not. “I don’t really understand …”
“Flight 219 has been hijacked,” the man interrupts. “And as part of the attack, the perpetrators have kidnapped the daughter of Detroit’s school district superintendent.”
I don’t understand what a school district has to do with hijacked planes or act
