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Jeremy had slept on the couch of Miranda’s second-floor library again.
He’d half-hoped that Miranda would join him once more; half-feared that Taz would.
Neither had.
All he wanted today was to lose himself in the crash investigation. There really was no need to pursue the CH-47D’s demise further, but Miranda had said it would be a good opportunity for them all to brush up their rotorcraft skills. She’d arranged for talks from the Army mechanics who’d been responsible for the ground maintenance of the Chinook helicopter. He loved that Miranda always went right to the primary source.
But when he entered the hangar at Gray Army Airfield on the south side of the sprawling JBLM base, all he could see was the crumpled helicopter flopped onto the immaculate concrete.
As the rest of the
