Test Pilot's Daughter: Revenge (32 page)

“
It’s a little heavier than your 150,” he advised. “Ease the nose up about seventy and let her fly herself off the runway. Also, you’ll need a little left rudder.”

“
Got it,” she said.

“
Athens tower, Niner Four Quebec at runway Niner. Ready to go.”

“
Roger, Niner Four Quebec. Clear for take off. Straight out approved.”

Christina rolled onto the runway and lined up with the center stripe. She pushed the throttle full forward, accelerated, eased the Cessna into the air and started climbing to altitude. “The weather’s so clear let’s skip the radar advisories,” she said over the intercom. She reached over to touch his leg. “Besides I’d rather have a little privacy.”

“
Yes, ma’am. VFR all the way. I’ll help you watch for traffic.”

Finally, she flipped on the autopilot and seemed to relax. For the next thirty minutes, she talked about nothing but sex, and Weston could hardly believe his luck. The sordid side of this young woman contrasted her straight-laced image. He was getting as hot as a firecracker. Although he had never tried it before in his plane, visions of the “mile high club” danced like sugarplums in his head.

“
I’ve always wanted to do it in a plane,” Christina said in a sexy voice, “but I’m afraid we’d need a bigger aircraft for that.”

“
I don’t know,” answered Weston. “That’s a pretty good autopilot.”

She rubbed his leg, and he immediately reacted, grabbing a handful of her shirt. In one quick motion he tore the flimsy garment away.
Wow,
he thought,
gorgeous!

“
Wait a minute,” she giggled, let’s not maul the Captain. I’ll tell you what, if you must, let me do you first. I’ll try to stay sane enough to fly this plane, should that become necessary.”

“
Sounds good,” Weston said. “What do you have in mind?”

“
Something very special,” she cooed. She moved her hand further up his thigh.

“
What? Come on, tell me!”
he couldn’t wait.

“
I really get turned on with cuffs. If you’ll let me cuff you, I can promise a feeling so intense your heart might not even be able to stand it. Then, if you have any energy left, you can do whatever you like to me,” she said with a sheepish grin.

“
Why girl, I do like the way you think. I’m up for anything you can squeeze out of that beautiful imagination. What are you waiting for?” He was beginning to ache with desire. He put his wrists together and offered them to her.

“
Okay, okay. Just give me a second.” She reached into her pink duffel bag in the back seat and got two sets of cuffs and a length of rope. She put one set on his ankles, tied the rope to it and ran it under his seat.

“
This is fun,” he said feeling wicked.

“
That’s nice,” she said with a purr, stopping to kiss him on the ear. “Now, be a good boy and put your hands behind your seat.”

Weston hesitated, but lust overcame anxiety. He complied without a word, staring at her firm breasts. She cuffed both wrists, then took the rope from his feet, wrapped it around the handcuffs and pulled it down hard tying a firm knot. His ankles were pulled back tight to the seat, and he started feeling a little nervous.

“
Ouch!”
he complained. “Easy there, wild woman. Loosen it a little, it hurts.”

Blowing into his ear, she whispered, “That’s the idea.” She took out her pocketknife and cut the excess rope. She wrapped it around his neck, pulling the ends down to the handcuffs and tying them securely.

Weston rolled his eyes back and moaned, “Oh my God!
Girl, this is the wildest thing I’ve ever done. Hurry up, gotta have it right now!”

“
Wild isn’t the word,” she said with a snarl. “How about deadly?”

He didn’t get it.
Deadly?
She seemed to be staring at the instruments, and he wondered what she was doing. The symbol for Plantation Airport (PLN), an old abandoned strip about 30 miles short of Hilton Head, was just ahead on the screen. “Come on, let’s go!” he pleaded. “We’ll be landing soon. If you don’t hurry, I’m gonna explode.”

“
Suffer a little longer, dear. It’ll intensify the rush.” She reached around to arrange some things in her bag. “Okay, baby, here we go.” She stretched to the back seat and pulled out a large piece of canvas.

“
What the hell?” Weston cocked his head perplexed. “What’s that odd looking contraption?”

No reply. She gave the equipment a quick inspection.

Oh shit, parachute!
He was suddenly gripped with panic. He struggled against his bindings, but every time he pulled his arms the rope tightened around his neck. His eyes bugged, and he snorted like a pig. Confused, he could hardly breathe.

Christina pushed her arms through the shoulder harnesses and pulled a strap across her chest, setting latches in place. She secured the harnesses around her thighs, put on a helmet and snapped the chinstrap. The getup looked strange against her bare breasts.

“
What do you think you’re doing?” he yelled. “
Arrrgh, eiiiiyash!
” he screaming bloody murder, eyes wide in terror. “Get these goddam cuffs off me, right now!” The more he struggled, the more pain shot through his neck. Like a trapped hog, he squealed in the tone of a falsetto tenor.

It was a true metamorphous. The girl instantly changed into another person. Christina gave him the austere look of an executioner and talked directly and calmly, “I know what you did to those college girls, and I know what you tried to do to us on the charter to Exuma. I know you had our pilot poisoned and made damn sure they wouldn’t come looking for us.”

He reeled in pain, shocked at her knowledge of his wicked scheme. “You’re
crazy!”
he wailed as his mind struggled to figure out who had ratted on him.

“
Gilmore’s voice was recorded on the GPS of our charter plane. I heard her call off the controllers. Hank’s grandson overheard you talking with her on the phone before the flight.”

How could she possibly know all that?
his brain screamed.

“
I also know you’re responsible for the death of my best friend. Poor Heather’s a wreck. It’s nothing short of a miracle we weren’t all killed.”

Weston figured denial wouldn’t work. She knew too much. He had to try to outsmart her. “I had to do something. The girl was nuts. She was like a leech. I tried to break it off early, but she wouldn’t hear of it.”

“
Sure,” Christina smirked. “So first you proposed, then you decided it would be good fun to wipe out five innocent people. With a little plane crash, you’d be free to move on to your next victim. And you thought you were going to get away with it, didn’t you?” she got in his face.

“
It was a perfect plan.” He looked down with a frown trying to think of a way to psych her. “Christina, I’m really sorry. Please forgive me. Have a heart will you?”

Instantly he was crying, tears rolling down his cheeks.
No woman can stand to see a man cry,
he thought. “I’ve got some real problems. I was abused as a child. My mother molested me. Please, please have mercy,” he weeped even louder. “I don’t want to die! Pleeease!” he sobbed.

She looked in his eyes with fierce determination and said, “I swore over Jessica’s grave her death would be avenged. I suggest you make your peace. You’re not going to be messing with any more kids.”

“
No, please,” he whimpered.

“
The Bible says, ‘What ye sew, ye shall also reap.’”

“
You’re going to quote the Bible?” He roared like a mad man, “So what does it say about premeditated murder?”

“
You tell me; you’re the only murderer I know,” she replied. “I only did exactly what you asked me to do. You begged for it, remember? Trapped by your own filthy mind. . .no better justice.”

Christina calmly reached up and hit the Direct To button on the GPS. She entered KBER, the letter designator for Bermuda International Airport. Then she pushed the switches to re-engage the autopilot. The Cessna 172 automatically turned to the northeast. She turned off the radios and pulled back the throttle to slow the airspeed to 95 knots.

“
You’ll love Bermuda this time of year. I hope you have enough fuel to get there.”

“
You murdering
bitch!
I’ll kill you with my bare hands,” he flopped around with all his might. He could almost feel the seat coming loose from its mounts.

She wouldn’t leave it alone. “And how about that Spanish child in your apartment? How many more children have you molested? You’re not going to hurt anyone else, ever again.”

“
What about,” he blubbered on, “what about, ‘Thou shall not kill?’”

“
You couldn’t wait for those cuffs. You killed yourself, Weston. I just handed you the gun.”

“
But I thought you were. . . ”

“
Listen,
scumbag!
I gave you fair warning the first time I met you. I warned you not to mess with Heather.”

He couldn’t believe how callused she was.
Must be some way to break her.
He tried to clear his head.

“
Christina, think carefully about what you’re doing. You don’t want this cloud hanging over you. What about your career? This is outright murder! Just take these cuffs off, and we’ll forget the whole thing.”

“
No way.”

“
If you think I’ve broken the law, why don’t you rely on the criminal justice system, like any good citizen?”

“
The criminal justice system in this country is a joke. It only works for the criminals.”

“
What would your mother think, if she could see you right now? Must be rolling over in her grave.”

“
You. . .” she stammered in a painful stare.

Now we’re getting somewhere.
“Your mother would. . .”

“
Listen, you piece of shit, don’t try to bring my mother into this. She wouldn’t have gone to all this trouble. She would’ve picked up a shotgun and blown your fucking head off.”

“
But you set me up. You lured me. Come on, just loosen the rope a little.
It hurts!”
he cried.

“
Don’t even try to screw with my head. You made your own bed; now you can die in it.”

He came to the realization she was unbreakable. He flopped around struggling with all his might, but the more he thrashed about, the tighter the rope gripped his neck.
“You won’t get away with this!” he choked.

She unlatched the door and pushed hard without success. She opened the window to relieve the pressure and struggled against the 95 knot airspeed. Pushing with all her might, she was obviously having great difficulty.

“
Now you’ve done it. . .outsmarted yourself,” he screeched.
Stupid girl, didn’t know it’s almost impossible to open the door of a Cessna in flight.
“
Eeeyaaa,
you’re dead, you murdering bitch. See you in hell!”

Somehow she managed to get both feet out on the gear step, then turned back toward him. “Goodbye, Doctor! Have a nice flight.” She pointed at the sky and said, “Jessica. . .for you.”

She disappeared, and the door slammed shut. The plane wobbled around for a couple of minutes but finally settled down with the autopilot in control. Weston was bound tight, but his knees were somewhat free. With a great deal of effort and pain, he managed to get one knee up on the yoke in front of him. He pushed up and forward putting the plane in a diving left turn. It took all his strength to override the autopilot, but he was determined to turn the plane around and splatter his young adversary.