“How did a plane that size cause such minimal damage?”
“That’s part of what we’re here to learn, Mike.” Miranda thought that question was rather obvious for a seasoned National Transportation Safety Board investigator.
“I understand that. I simply never thought that a ten-person commuter plane could create less damage in a crash than a Cessna 152 two-seater might. At least when those tiny planes crash, you get a crumpled up ball of metal.”
“It did crash into an opera house,” Holly commented, her Strine accent easily indicated humor. “Tragic and ridiculous at the same time.”
“Not a normal landing spot,” Taz agreed over the helicopter’s intercom headset as they circled above the downtown Seattle crash site.
Miranda had learned to recognize Taz’s tone now as well. The point of Taz’s joke
