Digital Fortress Chapter 2
Thirty thousand feet above a dead-calm ocean, David Becker stared miserably from the Learjet 60’s small, oval window. He’d been told the phone on board was out of order, and he’d never had a chance to call Susan.
“What am I doing here?” he grumbled to himself. But the answer was simple-there were men to whom you just didn’t say no.
“Mr. Becker,” the loudspeaker crackled. “We’ll be arriving in half an hour.”
Becker nodded gloomily to the invisible voice. Wonderful. He pulled the shade and tried to sleep. But he could only think of her.