Nothing.
He tried the doorknob. It didn’t move. That was SOP in the age of unscheduled side-trips to Havana, Lebanon, and Tehran. Only the pilots could open it. Brian could fly this plane... but not from out here.
“Hey!” he shouted. “Hey, you guys! Open the door!”
Except he knew better. The flight attendants were gone; almost all the passengers were gone; Brian Engle was willing to bet the 767’s two-man cockpit crew was also gone.
He believed Flight 29 was heading east on automatic pilot.
Chapter 2
Darkness and Mountains. The Treasure Trove. Crew-Neck’s Nose. The Sound of No Dogs Barking. Panic Is Not Allowed. A Change of Destination.
1
Brian had asked the older man in the red shirt to look after Dinah, but as soon as Dinah heard the woman from the starboard side — the one with the pretty young voice — she imprinted on her with scary intensity, crowding next to her and reaching with a timid sort of determination for her hand. After the years spent with Miss Lee, Dinah knew a teacher’s voice when she heard one. The dark-haired woman took her hand willingly enough.
“Did you say your name was Dinah, honey?”
“Yes,” Dinah said. “I’m blind, but after my operation in Boston, I’ll be able to see again. Probably be able to see. The doctors say there’s a seventy per cent chance I’ll get some vision, and a forty per cent chance I’ll get all of it. What’s your name?”
“Laurel Stevenson,” the dark-haired woman said. Her eyes were still conning the main cabin, and her face seemed unable to break out of its initial expression: dazed disbelief.