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“I’m in Nashville on another incident now—non-military. I should have called as soon as we solved the Antonov at Fort Campbell. I’m sorry that I forgot.” Miranda really did feel bad about that.
Drake grumbled for a moment, then stopped. “Wait. You solved it? You landed in Fort Campbell, like, seven hours ago?”
Miranda checked her watch. “Six hours and forty-nine minutes.”
“And you solved the crash?”
“Yes.”
“In six hours and forty-nine minutes?”
“No.”
“No? But you just said—”
She waited for Drake to finish his sentence.
But he didn’t.
Then she waited for the loud buzz of a FedEx Cessna 208B turboprop racing into the sky on the nearby Runway 2L. A smaller aircraft, it must be making local deliveries, probably within the state. Finally it rotated and was gone aloft. Once more, o
