Hostage by Clare Mackintosh

FORTY-FIVE

PASSENGER 1G

I cannot be confined. Arrested, interrogated, thrown in a police cell. I couldn’t sit in the dock of a criminal court and hear my life’s work torn apart. I couldn’t let it end that way.

There would be no trial, no lawyers, no photograph in the paper for me. There would be no handcuffs, no arrest.

I had never believed in the existence of fate, but it seemed I was at the mercy of fortune. A different ending awaited me, and I embraced it.

I was ready.