the only person on the aircraft capable of helping them survive.
The overnight flight had started normally.
The cabin lights had been lowered, passengers were watching movies or trying to sleep, and the dark Atlantic stretched endlessly beneath the aircraft.
In seat 8A sat thirty-eight-year-old Laura Vance.
She wore an ordinary green sweater with a blanket across her legs and a closed book resting in her hands.
To everyone around her, Laura looked like nothing more than an exhausted traveler hoping to sleep through the flight.
What they didn’t know
