Always.

Four.

"Yeah. Something's not right here, and we're gonna figure it out."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hey, what's going on here? Where are the passengers?" I was yelling at the crew. No one could even comprehend how stressed I was at the moment. Castle was officially missing.

"Hey, I don't know who you are, or what you are doing, but you can't be here!" There was no way that anybody was going to be standing in my way. This guy was going to suffer my wrath.

"Detective Kate Beckett, NYPD." I told him, showing him my badge. "My husband was on that flight. Richard Castle, you may have heard of him."

"Oh yeah, the mystery writer! My wife loves his books!"

"Yeah, now if you don't tell me what the hell is going on here, she may not get to read another new book from him ever again."

"Okay, okay! To be honest with you, we don't really know what's going on. There were passengers on this flight when it left the hanger, but it seems they were taken off before it crashed."

"Hey, ah, Beckett, you might wanna see this!"

"What is it, Ryan?" I asked him, walking over to where he and Espo were investigating the crash.

"Well, it's part of a parachute. It's the only one here. The parachutes are gone."

"So what are you saying? That they all jumped? There's no way that there was enough parachutes for that."

"Unless it was planned. Someone could have brought enough large parachutes that some people could have shared."

"That would still be a lot of parachutes. It seems like a lot of trouble."

"Not unless you had been planning for months."

"Planning what?"

"An orchestrated kidnapping."