“But we’re nearly to the crash.” Miranda hated to be interrupted at this point. Marine Two had a variety of systems that she’d never had the opportunity to study. The readout and sound characteristics were utterly fascinating. This was data at its purest about an aircraft she’d never seen in such detail.
“Miranda.” Drake was always patient, which she appreciated. “We have partial videos of the person who created those sounds you identified, but we can’t see enough to identify him.”
“But people come last, Drake.” They were the innermost sphere of all. Besides, people were Mike’s and Taz’s area of specialty, not hers.
“Jesus, Miranda,” Clarissa snapped out.
Andi leaned forward and tapped the mute button.
Miranda could feel the pressure in the room drop by half.
Everyone had gathered in
