At the airport in Portland, Oregon, passengers on flight 305 bound for Seattle head for the gate. Nobody pays attention to a smart-looking man in his forties who checked himself in as Dan Cooper. His gaze is hidden by tinted glasses. He is dressed in a black raincoat, moccasins and a dark suit. He is holding a large briefcase in his hand. At the time, airlines did not search their passengers. The man sits at the back of the cabin, on seat 18 C. Behind him, the young air hostess Florence Schaffner settles down on the jump seat intended for the personnel during take-off.
As soon as the plane is in the air, Cooper leans towards the stewardess to slip her a piece of paper. This one, the pr…
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