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Holly heard the click of the cockpit door latch just as she tucked her satellite phone in the cupholder beside the copilot’s seat.
She knew she shouldn’t look—the risk of revealing her face to Elayne too soon could be disastrous.
Unable to resist, she swung her hair forward and turned just enough to see through it—black hair was much harder to see through than blonde.
The door was closed.
Jon sat in the left-hand captain’s seat.
Behind, only Tim sat at the technical consoles. Tom was nowhere to be seen.
“s**t!” She tore a nail bloody as she scrabbled at the unfamiliar harness release trapping her in the seat.
Even as she did so, there was a hard thump against the door.
Hopefully that wasn’t Tom’s dead body.
Tim launched out of his seat faster than she could.
“No!”
But he’d y
