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“I should have picked up that he was the pilot,” Holly rubbed her wrist.
Just like the colonel’s gesture.
Miranda still didn’t see the connection. Unless the big watch had hurt during the ejection. Or maybe…
Miranda tapped her knuckles on her head to test the idea. Yes, perhaps that was the colonel’s symbol of luck—rubbing the watch he’d received for surviving the first ejection somehow helping him survive the second.
She’d never really believed in luck, having had so little of it in her life. The outsider to everyone except her parents. Them both dying in the plane explosion when she was thirteen and should have died with them.
All her years investigating crashes and no closer to understanding why.
She knew all about the how but that wasn’t enough.
Miranda needed—
“I hate it wh
