Dan Brown 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.
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