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It didn’t help that Jeremy seemed to have eight questions about every single observation Holly made. He was clearly the resident whiz-kid, but Quint wondered if he ever slowed down.
The less Holly spoke, the more questions Jeremy fired off, until—
“Jeremy, hush,” Mike just cut him off.
Mike had already interviewed him about the crash. And he was so damned smooth that Quint hadn’t figured out what was going on until they were mostly done. They’d each grabbed a roast beef sandwich and a warm soda from the shattered galley, then gone and sat on the edge of the runway with their feet in the sand.
For an hour, while the others were investigating things he couldn’t begin to understand despite a lifetime of flying planes, they’d just talked. Right through every single aspect of the flight
