Ghosts on a Plane by M L Bullock

Author:M L Bullock [Bullock, M L]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781642029543
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2020-06-01T22:00:00+00:00

11

Starr Garcia

Getting a signal on this plane proved impossible. I’d never had problems on other flights, but now I couldn’t even get one bar. Never again! I thought as I swallowed the last of the 7 and 7. Where the hell had the hostess gone? I needed a refill. As I sniffed away another round of tears, then tapped on my phone screen again. Nothing. I had to talk to my agent or my public relations team, somebody who could help me deal with this mess. I glanced around me to see if someone else had a phone, but my earlier and nearest seatmates were nowhere to be found. Where was everyone?

Right on cue, freaky Antoinette appeared with another drink. I accepted it with a dismissive wave and watched the woman hobble away. She must have broken a high heel or turned her ankle or something. And I couldn’t be sure, but it looked like she had a stain on the hem of her skirt. Was that blood?

Ugh, I don’t have time for this right now.

What was I going to do about Sasha? I wasn’t sad the kid was gone, not really, but I did have to be concerned about the blowback. She’d gotten herself kidnapped, and I had to get out in front of the PR mess this was sure to create. Whoever had taken Sasha Garcia would want big money, no doubt about it. Then it dawned on me. Kimmy and Tate were in on this! Why else wouldn’t they want to take custody of their younger sister? They were using her to get my money, one way or another.

If they kidnapped her and got the ransom, they’d get my money.

If they kidnapped her to prove I was unfit to have custody of Sasha, they’d get my money.

If they kidnapped her to bump her off, that would look bad for me. I’d certainly lose in the court of public opinion, and they’d get my money.

Whatever scheme they concocted, it all boiled down to them getting my money. I swore under my breath. So that’s what this was about! And here I was feeling kind of bad that the wretched kid was missing. I bet the crusty-looking stewardess knew where she was, and I’d make her tell me if I could find her. “Antoinette!” I stood up on wobbly legs, sloshing my drink all over my jacket.

Damn, it was freezing in here. “Turn the heat on!” I yelled to the front of the plane as if the captain could hear me. With blurry eyes, I surveyed the cabin. Yeah, this wasn’t right. There were less than ten people aboard now, and that damn nun was seated even closer to me. I couldn’t see her face clearly, just the stupid smile she was wearing. Those religious folks were like that, though. Oh Lord, I feel so dizzy. I definitely need to stop with the booze. But where had everyone gone? Had we stopped somewhere? Had I fallen asleep and missed my stop? I put the cup down on a nearby table.

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