There was one ringtone on Miranda’s phone that never failed to wake her. She looked at the clock, ten a.m. She’d slept less than an hour of the last twenty-seven.
It was only as Jeremy and Taz continued to run the Caravan investigation without any significant help on her part that the problem struck home.
If Jeremy was ready to lead a team, then he’d no longer be on her team. The thought was almost too much to bear. Just when she thought everything was stable, it all changed again.
lead her She hated change.
hated After she’d flown back to her island last night, she hadn’t been able to rest. It had been maddening to do so little on the Caravan crash investigation. She’d barely avoided a meltdown by racing back to her island last evening.
She’d caught up with the garden, which had want
