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

But that, it turned out, was not even the part of it that undid me.

Chapter 12 — Why He Knew Me

The part that undid me was why he’d known my name.

Before the airline, years before, Richard Voss had been a senior defense contractor.

His firm had held a piece of a covert military logistics program — the unglamorous supply side of the war, parts and components moving through channels no one photographs.

And his firm was the one that had supplied a batch of compromised avionics to my squadron.

To my squadron.