Havoc (excerpt)
39,000 feet
600 miles southwest of Hawaii
Seat 56J
Holly did not appreciate the irony of the moment.
She’d been sitting one row from the very rear of the Airbus A330neo-900 jet. If she didn’t hack off her legs to get away from them soon, it would be a miracle. Tall people were not meant to sit at the back of economy on Seattle-to-Sydney non-stops. But National Transportation Safety Board investigators were not meant to sit in the fronts of airplanes.
The rear seats of modern jet liners were marginally enough safer that she couldn’t quite bring herself to sit forward, no matter how safe airplane travel in general had become. Far and away the safest form of transport, except when it wasn’t.
And her job as a crash investigator was all about when it wasn’t.
The very tai
