“Hello, Drake. It’s 11:17.”
Drake noticed Sarah’s smile. She was learning about Miranda.
If the President was amused by Miranda’s punctuality, he didn’t show it, but he did stop tapping his finger.
“Hello, Miranda. Do you have anything new for us?”
“Yes. We were able to analyze the sound that Clarissa helped me identify.”
Clarissa sat up straighter, with a definite I-told-you-so smile.
“What did you find?” He knew that Miranda would wait forever without a prompt.
“It occurred on the morning of the helicopter’s last full day at Camp David. After a standard morning runup test lasting precisely fifteen minutes, the Cockpit Voice Recorder ran for an additional ten minutes. At nine minutes and forty-nine seconds, the door to the Marine Two aircraft was reopened.”
“Colonel McGrady here,
