4
Miranda waited a very frustrating twenty minutes after stowing her jet in her hangar at Tacoma Narrows Airport. She had covered the ninety-eight miles far faster than Jon was taking to cover ten.
By the time she’d finished with the jet, three of the members of her normal investigation team had arrived and gathered in the office to wait.
She’d stayed outside despite the light rain—staring at the sky to the east. She could see JBLM’s airspace from here, including Jon’s terribly belated takeoff into it.
The fourth member, Mike Munroe, her human resources specialist, had waited with her…sort of. Without saying a word, he had paced back and forth in the rain with such jarring steps that she barely recognized him.
Finally, a slim C-21A Learjet had slipped into the sky above Joint Base Lew
