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Holly knew Russian fluently. Enough for her to know that, even in English, Elayne Kasprak’s accent was Russian, not Ukrainian.
Kick your ass all the way to Moscow?
Not so much an engineer with Antonov, are you, girlfriend?
Holly upped her bet with herself that if they recovered a fingerprint from the transmitter on the crashed Condor, it would be Elayne Kasprak’s.
Then …what the hell was she doing here?
Checking up on her own handiwork? That took a certain arrogance that even the Australian SASR didn’t have. But the Russians? Maybe.
She glanced back to see the crew of the Black Hawk finishing with lifting the fingerprints. As she’d suggested, they were making a show of doing maintenance on the door so that it wouldn’t be obvious.
One of the crew hit a button on his phone, then t
