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“Why haven’t we heard from them yet?” Mike had slipped into a state that Miranda could only label comatose-without-the-coma for the Learjet’s climb to cruising altitude. All the life had drained from his face and he slumped in his seat like…some metaphor she’d never think of.
The five of them were sitting in the aft section of the passenger cabin. She, Andi, and Taz were all so slight that they fit comfortably across the three back seats. Jeremy and Mike rode backward facing them. Up ahead, Jon and an Air Force copilot flew the plane. The engine was a steady pitch now—she’d always found the Garrett turbofans an interesting counterpoint to the deeper tones of most jet engines.
Miranda recalled Andi’s admonishment to be gentle with Mike. Though she knew the scenario was unlikely, she be
