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“So it was sabotage,” Jon asked as he helped her up from her squat.
Miranda nodded. “It is the only conclusion that fits the facts. I think it very unlikely that someone accidentally triggered two kilos of plastique aboard a cargo plane.”
“Why here?”
“Where else would it be?”
“Over the mid-Atlantic where we’d never find anything?”
Miranda considered. She understood mechanics, not motivations. Why anyone would intentionally blow up a perfectly fine cargo plane was something she’d never, ever understand. Well, she could, but it was so horrible that she tried never to think about it.
“I can think of a handful of why.” Holly was always good at that sort of thing.
Miranda would listen and try to learn.
“This was a load of Russian helicopters, presumably from Russian defectors.”
Mir
