“Do not open that door,” I said, “for anyone.

We land first.”

Chapter 8 — Land the Plane First

Reeves looked out at the weather, at the fuel, at the man unconscious beside him, and made the only call there was.

“We get it on the ground.

Now.” He looked at me.

“I could use hands I can trust.”

I slid into the right seat — around the first officer, gently, the doctor and an attendant easing him back into the cabin to lie flat — and I strapped in where a co-pilot straps in, and it was the strangest homecoming of my life.