The Exchange by Claudia Nicholl Page 2
CHAPTER 01The small aircraft jumped as it hit another air pocket. Bradley’s stomachlurched, suddenly sitting in his throat. For an instant, the cabin lights dimmedand loose items jumbled in all directions.He swallowed with some effort.The plane shuddered a couple of times and settled again, at least for themoment.Grinding his teeth, he swore quietly.Bradley hated flying. He loathed being confined to a small space, far awayfrom the safety of terra firma. He detested the notion that someone else wasin control and that he was at the mercy of these so-called professionals. Inhis opinion, there was nothing fascinating about flying in an aeroplane.Modern air travel took a person from point A to point B in a short time, butnothing more. Bradley wished he had taken his car, but unfortunatelydistance and time constraint did not allow it.The plane went through another air pocket and shook violently.He hoped to God that the seams on the aircraft’s metal panels would hold.Although it was relatively cool in the interior, Bradley’s hands were sweaty,leaving wet print marks on his black leather armrests.He was not scared. Well, maybe just a little bit.After a few minutes, the rattling ceased considerably and Bradley dared tolook through a small window on his left. Ragged lightning strikes illuminatedthe dark sky and rain whipped relentlessly against the Plexiglas pane.