4
“This one is ugly, Miranda.”
One of the pilots had woken her twenty minutes from landing to take the secure radio call from the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. CJCS General Drake Nason didn’t sound as if this was one of his teases.
“Okay.”
The sun was just rising out beyond the windshield of the C-130 Hercules. The rolling fields and the wooded hills of Kentucky were still deep enough in shadow to all look the same.
“I need to know what happened and I need to know it fast.”
“Drake you know—”
“—that you can’t guarantee results, duration of the investigation, or any of that.”
Miranda considered her distaste for incomplete sentences. Was it acceptable when someone else had completed her sentence correctly for her?
Yes, she supposed that it was. Therefore, she allowed Drake’s
