Wednesday. Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport. Washington, DC.
KELSEY BALANCED HER KNIFE hilt down on the floor while pressing the plastic band to the point. She thought she had it this time.
Carefully, she pressed down. Not too hard. She didn't want to cut the bond. Not yet. Just perforate it. Things were still too quiet outside for her to make a move. The guards on duty hadn't failed to make their passes on time for the last few hours. She couldn't rely on someone getting sloppy.
Dixon's breathing rattled, sounding worse now.
She'd tried talking to him earlier. He hadn't responded. Not even a shake or nod of the head. For all she knew he could still be in shock. She doubted Skilton had used anesthesia for cutting his tongue out.
All of that could easily happen to her.