“Miranda?” Jeremy’s voice was fuzzy with sleep.
“Shh. Don’t wake Taz.” Miranda kept her voice low. She’d been trying to sneak past them on the living room’s sleeper couch.
“Too late,” Taz whispered. “What’s up?”
“Go back to sleep. I’m heading in to the NTSB office.”
Taz’s phone glowed for a moment in the darkness. “At five a.m.? You thought of something, didn’t you?”
“No.”
“But the idea of something is there anyway, isn’t there? We’re coming with you,” Jeremy declared as they both climbed off the bed and dressed quickly. The couch was soon once more a couch, and they were out the door.
“What did you think of?” Jeremy asked as Taz drove them toward NTSB headquarters.
“I just said I didn’t. I think we need to start with the recorders and the videos, then work our way through the whol
