“The forward communication line handles executive corporate calls during flight,” Marcus explained. “Julian knew I was routing our quarterly merger documents through the secure cockpit relay tonight.”
“He wanted the data,” Richard whispered, suddenly understanding the full picture. “Bennett Strategic was bidding on that same transport infrastructure contract against Coleman Logistics.”
“And you thought you were meeting him in London for lunch,” Marcus said, looking down at Richard. “He lured you onto this flight to take the seat directly over the receiver.”
Had Richard remained seated quietly, the receiver would have operated uninterrupted, shielded by a prominent passenger whose presence in First Class would draw zero suspicion from the crew.
The only flaw in Croft’s entire design was Zara Coleman.
Croft had calculated that an unaccompanied teenager would meekly retreat to the back of the aircraft when confronted by wealth.
Croft had counted on intimidation. He had relied on the casual cruelty of people who believe boarding passes are suggestions when weighed against age, status, and tailored suits.
