I grabbed the man's wrist before he could pull away, yanking him back towards me. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"What's happening, Jack?" Charlotte turned at me.
The man, a slim figure with a scruffy beard and nervous eyes, tried to pull away, but I held on tight.
His eyes darted around. What was he looking for? An escape route on a fucking plane?
"Let go of me," he muttered, his voice shaky.
But I didn't let go. Instead, I flagged down a flight attendant who was passing by. "I'm sorry, ma'am. This man just tried to steal my wallet."
The attendant's eyes widened, and in a heartbeat, the situation escalated. Or to be precise... was dealt with professionally.
The man was apprehended by the flight crew, and the pilot was informed. They secured him in a seat, making sure he couldn't cause any more trouble until we landed.
When we landed in Sweden, we were met by airport security and the police.