Instead, Zara had refused to yell.
She had refused to submit.
She had stood her ground with polite clarity, and then she had pulled the operational emergency cord.
Vance used a non-conductive tool to detach the transmitter from the wiring harness. He sealed it inside an electrostatic evidence pouch and noted the serial number in his red folder.
“Port Authority police are detaining the maintenance supervisor on the ground here in New York,” Vance announced after checking his radio. “He confessed to receiving a ten-thousand-dollar transfer.”
“From whom?” Elizabeth asked, leaning against the galley counter.
She was visibly relieved that the danger was being dismantled methodically right before her eyes.
“From an offshore entity registered to Croft’s brother,” Vance answered. “The paper trail is already unraveling across the international financial crime registry.”
Marcus turned to the gate agent who was still waiting at the door.
“Release the boarding hold on the main cabin. Let the passengers know we depart in twenty minutes.”
