Chapter Forty Seven
A shaft of pain ruptured Irene’s gut. She had a vision of Jordan pinwheeling in the air, falling from forty-thousand feet to be dashed upon the rocks. How long would it take to fall forty-thousand feet? How many minutes did Jordan have to contemplate the approach of her own violent and bloody death?
“Get everyone strapped in,” Irene said. “And Brad. Get on the radio for f**k-sake.”
“Radio? We’re a thousand miles from anywhere.”
“Get on the radio, damn you.”
Brad flipped the switch. “Mayday. Mayday. Any station. Please respond. Mayday...”
The plane made another gut wrenching drop. “Strap in,” Irene screamed at Alex.
Irene visualized what had happened. The left engine, mounted on the side of the aircraft, had been torn away in a savage explosion and smashed into th
