The Gargoyle Conspiracy [antikvár]

OneIn 1973, planes flying international routes carried almost one hunired million passengers. Of these passengers, one thousand were killed. Statistically, this ratio of numbers killed to total number of air travellers represents a very small percentage. But the thousand who died, perished without being aware of this comforting statistic. And it does not ease the aching emptiness left in people who loved and needed the five who were killed at Rome's Leonardo Da Vinci Airport in the early spring of that year.Afterwards, no one who had been in the airport's International Terminal that morning was able to remember seeing the darkly good-looking boy who'd given Marjorie Kavanagh the box of chocolates. He didn't accompany her to the Pan American ticket counter. He stayed instead near the aisle leading to boarding control, waiting nervously while she confirmed her seat reservation and checked through her single suitcase.She looked a litde breathless when she came back to him carrying ticket, boarding pass and passport. 'I have to go in now.' She was fighting back tears. 'Take-oflf's in fifteen minutes. They're akeady boarding.'