Edward took a deep breath, his mind battling the logical with the intuitive. He knew he couldn’t just ignore the boy’s warning, no matter how implausible it sounded. The authenticity in the boy’s eyes, the urgency—something about it struck a chord deep within him. He turned to the security officers, who were now flanking the boy.
“I’m not getting on that plane until someone checks the cargo hold,” Edward declared, his voice steady and resolute. His words surprised even himself as they echoed through the terminal.
The officers hesitated. “Sir, are you sure? This could cause a significant delay,” one of them said, eyeing the gathering crowd.