She’d Sworn Never to Fly Again. Then Someone Poisoned the Co-Pilot Six Miles Over the Atlantic

That I have done.

Fly.”

Chapter 9 — The Centerline

The runway came up out of the dark, wet and lit and far too narrow the way runways always look at the end, and Reeves flew it beautifully.

I want that on the record, because the story people tell later put me in the seat and left him out of it, and that isn’t what happened.

He flew it.