Something happens between people in a cockpit when it’s real.

It doesn’t unhappen.

I didn’t smile.

My hands were still on the controls of a stopped airplane, and I already knew that the moment that door opened, the past I’d boarded this flight to escape was going to be standing on the other side of it, waiting to say my name.

Chapter 10 — He Knew My Name

They were on us before the engines spun down — Spanish police and federal agents, vehicles with their lights strobing blue across the wet apron, mobile stairs rolling up to the doors.

They took the cabin off in careful order.