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“No.” It was just so completely wrong. Miranda could only shake her head. “I save airplanes. I study them to avoid crashes, not to cause them.”
“No one will be hurt. It only needs to look like a crash.” Drake was quite adamant. Or was it pleading?
Mike snickered in the background.
Miranda ignored him.
She studied Drake and Lizzy across the narrow aisle. They were meeting in the small C-38 Gulfstream G100 jet that Drake had flown to Fort Campbell.
The two of them sat in facing seats across a small table. She, Holly, and Mike sat on the couch opposite, their knees filling the aisle of the small airplane. Jeremy was in one of the rear seats diligently working on the Nashville report, hopefully using the framework they’d created during the flight.
At least analyzing multiple crash in
