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When the attendants came by with plastic bags to collect their cups, Maggie felt a rush of energy fill her chest. She’d had plenty of time to plan exactly what she would do when they finally landed.
What she would not do was waste another moment calling the police. She would grab a taxi and go straight to Gary and Darla’s in Midtown. At this time in the evening, she could probably make it there in under thirty minutes. If she was lucky—if they were all very very lucky—she would grab Darla and they would…well, she hadn’t completely figured that part out. The last place she could go was her own apartment. Not with Laurent there. And she couldn’t go to her folks’ place because that would be the first place he would look for her.
Her seatmate gave his seatbelt a tug and she looked at him.
“Sorry I was such a basket case. You’ll be rid of me soon.”
He smiled at her. “I hope everything works out for you.”
She turned away and thought of Patti and Elise and Darla and Laurent and Nicole. And with a growing feeling of dread, she wondered how likely that was.
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