The passenger became aggressive when I asked for identification, Jessica said smoothly. He grabbed my wrist. I defended myself. Three rows ahead in first class, Marcus Hayes sat perfectly still. He wore a charcoal suit, custom-tailored, a luxury watch on his wrist.
He'd watched everything. When Robert boarded, Marcus had glanced up. Their eyes met for half a second. Marcus looked away immediately, deliberately. He turned back to his newspaper.
Sarah Carter stood in the galley. She was thirty-two, a junior flight attendant. She'd worked with Jessica for three years. She'd seen this before. Different faces, same pattern.