The air grew thin in the plane's suite as the boy held the gun to Taylor.
“Don't come any closer,” the boy said. He tightened his grip on the trigger. “Don't come any closer or I swear I'll shoot.”
Taylor froze, fingers curling up at his sides. “Put the gun down,” he said, but the boy didn't.
The boy turned his steel gaze to Roland. “If you want your friend alive you'll do as I say. Let me go and no one will have to get hurt.”
Roland’s eyes narrowed down to the boy's hands, under the low light he caught the boy's fingers trembling.
“You don't think I'd do it,” the boy said. “You think I'm bluffing.”
“Kid, just put that down,” Taylor replied in a low voice. “There'll be consequences if you go ahead with this.”
The boy's jaw snapped tight, still holding the gun to Taylor. “Don't le
