“What’s she doing?”
Mike glanced over at Commander Susan Piazza, then followed her glance toward Miranda.
He, the commander, and her dog sat in three of the front-four passenger seats aboard the C-37B Gulfstream G550. VIP transport definitely worked for him—warm, luxurious, and a steward looking after their merest whims.
In the next seating section aft, Andi, Holly, and Miranda huddled together on a side-facing couch. They had their copy of the QAR data from the Alaska crash up on the big screen TV mounted on the wall. He was glad he’d given Holly and Andi the heads-up that they needed to help cover for Taz and especially Jeremy’s departure. They were definitely on it.
What he really wanted to do was stretch out on one of the beds in the aft cabin, but didn’t think that was about to ha
