The captain asked Liam one question that made every face in the cabin turn. “Mr. Callahan… do you want her escorted off before or after we notify her husband?” Patricia Langford stopped smiling. For the first time since she stepped onto that jet in heels that clicked like a judge’s gavel, she looked unsure. Not afraid yet. Just unsure. And sometimes, that is where justice begins. The private jet sat on the tarmac outside Westchester, polished white under the morning sun, engines humming low, stairs still attached, door still open. The kind of plane where people whispered instead of spoke....
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