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At least her legs were enjoying the ride in Eli’s Gulfstream G650, even if the rest of her wasn’t.
Even stressed out, her leather chair in the executive-class cabin was genuinely nice. The facing-four let her stretch her legs out and rest them on the opposite seat. Her body began to unkink, one vertebrae at a time.
The morgue flight had left Johnston as soon as they were loaded.
After the dozer and sweeper were finished—other than the pile of debris along one side of the runway and some staining of the tar where the excavator had burned—the runway was clear again, and the island was much as they’d found it.
The second Coast Guard C-130J had headed aloft and turned for Hawaii at the same time Eli’s plane turned for Australia. Holly could feel the connection with Miranda, Mike, and t
