She’d Sworn Never to Fly Again. Then Someone Poisoned the Co-Pilot Six Miles Over the Atlantic
“I’m — sorry?”
I unbuckled the belt and sat up, and I felt my own posture change under me, some part of me that had been folded away for eighteen months standing back up.
When I spoke again my voice had changed too, and I heard it happen.
“I’m a fighter pilot.
Former U.S.
Air Force.
I flew F-16s for years.
Take me to the captain.”