The aircraft shook violently. Leah looked over at Michael, but he was gone. The man sitting next to her on the aisle seat was looking at her strangely. She handed him her phone. "I don't know what happened there. Sorry, I guess this whole thing was a big mistake."
As soon as the plane landed, they were escorted out of it. They walked through Customs without incident. A car picked them up outside of the airport. Within minutes, they found themselves inside a large, windowless van.
"Where are we?" Leah asked.
The driver turned around. He was a white male, approximately forty years old. His hair was short, black, and greying at the temples. "We're headed to an address in Manhattan. Just stay quiet."
His voice was soft, but stern. Leah nodded and closed her eyes. She didn't know how much l
