When the plane landed we were instructed to remain seated until the, fasten your seatbelt light went off.
The police boarded the plane and handcuffed the lady in the seventh row.
When I got to the end of the jet way there they were two cops and the lady in the pinstriped suit. As I was passing them she piped up, “There he is, ask him”.
The next thing I knew I was introduced to the police department’s detective in Chicago’s O’Hare airport.