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Chapter 2
2 Miranda had never been to Aspen. It was a small, municipal airport known to her primarily for its general aviation crashes. She had specialized in commercial aviation early in her career, but the military investigations had become her team’s most common callout. “Colorado has the third highest number of small planes per capita of any state in the US after Alaska and Montana. Though their pilot fatality rate is lower than seventeen other states, it’s still a lot of crashes.” Miranda was glad that the statistic did not carry into commercial air crashes in the state; the countryside beyond the plane’s window looked to be very rugged. “You know…” Mike leaned back in his leather airplane seat. The little eight-passenger C-21A VIP transport Learjet was a very comfortable way to travel, even
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