Justine hadn’t even realized she was still clutching Meredith’s hand beside her until the muscles in her fingers started to cramp. Five more minutes had passed. General’s timer beeped again.
“What’s he doing?” West asked. Justine didn’t have any answer for her son.
General was still in the back of the plane. It should have been good news. It meant that he was farther away from West. But Justine couldn’t keep herself from staring as he waved his g*n at another young woman and told her to stand up.
“What’s your name?” he demanded.
“Willow,” she answered. Her hair was blue. Beautiful in various shades, all the way from teal to azure. She looked a little familiar. Where had Justine seen her before?
“Are you following what’s going on at the schools in Detroit, Willow?” General’s voice was
