Wednesday. Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport. Washington, DC.
KELSEY SAT IN THE darkness sucking down deep breaths.
Holy shit.
She shivered and glanced toward the front of the plane.
Skilton hadn't threatened her. He'd been polite and direct at times. Still, she'd heard the threats and knew them for what they were.
If she didn't make it off this plane her options upon landing would be to fall nicely in line or die. She hadn't come this far in her career to turn traitor.
Right now she needed to calm the fuck down.
Skilton hadn't noticed her now perforated restraints.
There was time yet.
Did she wait, or did she make a move?
It felt as though a hundred bugs were crawling over her skin.
She couldn't stay here. Not a moment more than necessary.
Kelsey twisted her arms, applying pressure to the restraints. Her wrists burned and then snap. The plastic fell off one wrist. She grabbed the other cuff and yanked, breaking free.