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The Falcon 7X raced down the runway and twisted aloft.
And Holly could only glare at it in frustration.
If she had a rifle, maybe she could do something. The air marshal’s Glock didn’t stand a chance.
The goddamn Aussie pilots. What was it with guys and blondes? Elayne had clearly bamboozled them but good—at least enough to get on board. Were they still flying or—
Then the Falcon made a hard bank and a too-abrupt recovery. That too was bobbled before the plane stabilized, turned for the northeast toward India, and raced away. No Royal Australian Air Force pilot would make such a mistake. But a woman who knew how to fly but didn’t know the handling of that particular jet might.
Good bet there were two more bodies either on the tarmac or getting a funeral ride in the back of their o
