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There were times Holly wished she was Miranda. Then she could compartmentalize and focus on what she was doing to the exclusion of all else.
Maybe being autistic gave a real-world advantage beyond being an air-crash genius. For all the screwed-up problems she had, Miranda seemed to have a real peace when she was working on a plane wreck. Like Dani when she was flying—except Miranda had no goofy side.
All Holly could think about was that she herself had killed everyone she cared about: her brother, her team. And she’d come so close to getting Miranda’s team killed by a Russian Zaslon operative that it still gave her nightmares a year later. It had taken everything she’d had to capture one of the SVR’s—Russian Foreign Intelligence Service’s—elite assassins and saboteurs.
And now Quint
