The woman grabbed the pen with a trembling hand, her knuckles turning white as she kept her eyes glued to Daniel beside her. While his eyes remained shut, she hurriedly scrawled a desperate message on the napkin and slid it back into Sandra’s waiting palm. Sandra retreated to the forward galley, out of sight, and unfolded the paper under the harsh fluorescent light.
Scrawled in frantic, messy handwriting were just a few terrifying words: “He’s following me. He won’t let me leave. Call the police.” Sandra’s blood ran completely cold. She ran straight to the cockpit interphone, contacting the captain to patch a secure emergency call through the Satellite Communication network directly to airport authority police at JFK.
“Captain, we have a high-risk stalking and abduction situation in Row 14,” Sandra spoke urgently into the receiver. “The female passenger just smuggled a note confirming a man named Daniel Vance is holding her against her will. The manifest confirms they aren’t related. We need ground security to intercept them quietly the moment we land.”