Murder in Mayfair by Verity Bright Excerpt   ‘We have to land!’ Eleanor cried, pointing over the basket’s side to emphasize the urgency. The pilot wrenched his attention away from the other passengers who were still shouting stridently. ‘Listen, lady. Don’t you go hysterical on me too!’ ‘But you don’t understand,’ she cried more forcefully, spinning back around to track the movements of the gunman. ‘Oh, no! We’ve drifted too far already!’ She hauled the thick drag rope aside to scour the ground below better. ‘You must land. Now!’ The pilot shook his head. ‘No can do. There’s a problem with the burner, so just calm down!’ ‘Calm down?’ she said through gritted teeth. ‘A man has just been shot! He must need urgent medical attention.’ Assuming he’s still alive, Ellie. Or the gunman doesn’t finish him off. The pilot wasn’t listening, as the other passengers had crowded around him again, the men shouting about the burner, the woman shrieking. Her brow knitted. None of them had reacted when the man fell, so they couldn’t have seen what she had. And the noise of the gun firing must have been masked by the sound of the burners for those in…