She’d Sworn Never to Fly Again. Then Someone Poisoned the Co-Pilot Six Miles Over the Atlantic
The interphone lit, the lead attendant’s voice tight and low.
“Captain, don’t open the door.
Mr.
Voss is demanding to come in — he says it’s his executive authority, he says he can help.
He’s very insistent.
Something is wrong with him, Captain, I don’t — don’t open it.”
And then, over the same line: “The doctor found something under the first officer’s seat.
A little plastic cap.