Chapter 3 - The Mid-Air Standoff
The twin-engine aircraft roared with menacing power as Richard maneuvered within feet of the luxury charter helicopter.
Inside the cockpit, Daniel cowered in his forest green shirt, his face drained of all color as he stared at his enraged father-in-law.
“Dad... please don't shoot! It was all a misunderstanding!” Daniel stammered hysterically, clutching the overhead cabin handle.
“You tried to murder my daughter and my unborn grandchild, you cowardly excuse for a man!” Richard roared over the radio frequency.
Eleanor grabbed the secondary radio mic, her voice trembling with synthetic fury despite her underlying panic.
“You have no proof of anything, Richard! This is private Calloway property airspace!” Eleanor snarled back into the transmitter.
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“Your private airspace is about to become a federal crime scene, Eleanor,” Richard barked, locking his flight vector dead ahead.
He forced the charter helicopter lower, pushing them away from the open ocean toward an abandoned airstrip in the Mojave desert.
