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Elayne stood at the beginning edge with a fistful of orange flags. Over at the wreck, which she still hadn’t gotten close enough to, everyone except her and Mike was gathered.
“Why are you stuck with this job? Can you not assign it to someone else?”
“Nope. Once Miranda assigns a task, that’s pretty much it.”
“Why her?” She and Miranda were the same height, but that’s where all similarities ended. This Miranda was dressed like a fieldworker. She did nothing to take care of herself. No makeup, her hair looked as if it hadn’t even been brushed at all today. She needed highlights, a new wardrobe, and lessons in how not to look drab just standing still.
“It’s her team. That’s Miranda Chase, the NTSB’s best investigator. I guarantee that she’ll figure out what happened to your plane.”
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