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neighbors’ surveillance systems captured them.”
I shake my head. This is all insane. “I mean, is any of this legal?”
Jack looks at me with a blank expression. I read his face loud and clear—he’s not going to answer.
I clutch my stomach. The queasiness is too much to bear.
“I’ll be back,” I say before running to the lavatory. Once I’m there, I lift the lid of the toilet and stand over it, waiting for something to happen. I feel nauseated, but I haven’t had a meal since lunch yesterday. I remain still and take another assessment of my body.
“Gosh, Maggie,” I whisper. I ball up my fists and press them over my eyes. I’m gripped by a powerful feeling of sorrow and loss.
A sound surrounds me, and my lips are moving, but the words are coming from outside of myself. I hear my voice repeating, “What are you going do?”
I drop my fists from my eyes. “Get a grip.” If I fall apart, then I’ll be no good to anybody, let alone myself. I pull a bunch of tissues from the holder in the wall and wipe the tears from my eyes and cheeks. Then I blow my nose and stare at myself in the mirror. My sad and lonely image reminds me that this is real. There’s no waking up from this nightmare. This. Is. Real. Vince is missing. Three thugs took him—one with a rap sheet longer than my leg. And now, by use of some incredible and extraordinary means, Jack is going to find him. Choosing to hold on to that hope, I throw the tissue away and walk back to the cabin.
Jack is leaning across the control center, reading the screen. He turns to look at me. “Are you better?”
I nod. “Um-hum.”
“All right.” He faces the screen again. “We’ll be landing in thirty minutes. I’m not going to put you in any dangerous situations, but I’ll need you to drive me where I tell you to take us.”
I nod again, but realizing he can’t see me, I say, “Okay.” My throat is tight, and my body is jittery.
“When was the last time you ate?”
I hug myself. “Um, yesterday.”
Jack nods. “Okay, well, there’s a meal waiting for you in the main cabin. Go eat; try to relax.” He stands up straight and smiles at me. His optimism already makes me feel a little better, at least well enough to follow his instruction.
I put my hand on Jack’s shoulder as I pass him.
He puts his hand over mine. “Don’t worry, Maggie. Heads are going to roll for this. You better believe it.”
I look deep into his eyes. I’m jolted by something within Jack that I have never seen before. I believe him. I just saw a man equally, if not more, dangerous to the one we’re out to find.
A s Jack said , our plane touches down in Teterboro thirty minutes later. I’m still alone in the main cabin as the plane taxis across the runway. I chose not to return to Jack’s high-tech room because at the moment, it’s a little overwhelming. I’m just ready to get out there and find Vince. I’ll feel better once we’re finally on the ground, getting this done and over with.
The plane stops. Jack walks out from the back. He’s wearing black pants and a black T-shirt with utility boots. With his bulging biceps and broad chest, Jack’s presence fills the cabin. It appears to me that he’s ready to fight. However, that reality is not computing. Jack isn’t a fighter. He’s a fixer—a caring man who uses his money and contacts, not his fists, to get what he needs done. At least that’s what I thought.
He barely looks me in the eyes as he sweeps past me. “Get ready to disembark.”
I nod, but my head feels as though it isn’t attached to my neck. I unlatch my seat belt.
Jack knocks on the door to the cockpit, and the co-pilot opens the door. He goes inside just as the flight attendants come out from a small room adjacent to Jack’s private room. The woman and man barely acknowledge me when they pass. They work with the ground crew to open the door.
Jack steps out of the cockpit. “Let’s go, Maggie.”
I rise to my feet. My
I shake my head. This is all insane. “I mean, is any of this legal?”
Jack looks at me with a blank expression. I read his face loud and clear—he’s not going to answer.
I clutch my stomach. The queasiness is too much to bear.
“I’ll be back,” I say before running to the lavatory. Once I’m there, I lift the lid of the toilet and stand over it, waiting for something to happen. I feel nauseated, but I haven’t had a meal since lunch yesterday. I remain still and take another assessment of my body.
“Gosh, Maggie,” I whisper. I ball up my fists and press them over my eyes. I’m gripped by a powerful feeling of sorrow and loss.
A sound surrounds me, and my lips are moving, but the words are coming from outside of myself. I hear my voice repeating, “What are you going do?”
I drop my fists from my eyes. “Get a grip.” If I fall apart, then I’ll be no good to anybody, let alone myself. I pull a bunch of tissues from the holder in the wall and wipe the tears from my eyes and cheeks. Then I blow my nose and stare at myself in the mirror. My sad and lonely image reminds me that this is real. There’s no waking up from this nightmare. This. Is. Real. Vince is missing. Three thugs took him—one with a rap sheet longer than my leg. And now, by use of some incredible and extraordinary means, Jack is going to find him. Choosing to hold on to that hope, I throw the tissue away and walk back to the cabin.
Jack is leaning across the control center, reading the screen. He turns to look at me. “Are you better?”
I nod. “Um-hum.”
“All right.” He faces the screen again. “We’ll be landing in thirty minutes. I’m not going to put you in any dangerous situations, but I’ll need you to drive me where I tell you to take us.”
I nod again, but realizing he can’t see me, I say, “Okay.” My throat is tight, and my body is jittery.
“When was the last time you ate?”
I hug myself. “Um, yesterday.”
Jack nods. “Okay, well, there’s a meal waiting for you in the main cabin. Go eat; try to relax.” He stands up straight and smiles at me. His optimism already makes me feel a little better, at least well enough to follow his instruction.
I put my hand on Jack’s shoulder as I pass him.
He puts his hand over mine. “Don’t worry, Maggie. Heads are going to roll for this. You better believe it.”
I look deep into his eyes. I’m jolted by something within Jack that I have never seen before. I believe him. I just saw a man equally, if not more, dangerous to the one we’re out to find.
A s Jack said , our plane touches down in Teterboro thirty minutes later. I’m still alone in the main cabin as the plane taxis across the runway. I chose not to return to Jack’s high-tech room because at the moment, it’s a little overwhelming. I’m just ready to get out there and find Vince. I’ll feel better once we’re finally on the ground, getting this done and over with.
The plane stops. Jack walks out from the back. He’s wearing black pants and a black T-shirt with utility boots. With his bulging biceps and broad chest, Jack’s presence fills the cabin. It appears to me that he’s ready to fight. However, that reality is not computing. Jack isn’t a fighter. He’s a fixer—a caring man who uses his money and contacts, not his fists, to get what he needs done. At least that’s what I thought.
He barely looks me in the eyes as he sweeps past me. “Get ready to disembark.”
I nod, but my head feels as though it isn’t attached to my neck. I unlatch my seat belt.
Jack knocks on the door to the cockpit, and the co-pilot opens the door. He goes inside just as the flight attendants come out from a small room adjacent to Jack’s private room. The woman and man barely acknowledge me when they pass. They work with the ground crew to open the door.
Jack steps out of the cockpit. “Let’s go, Maggie.”
I rise to my feet. My
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