6
“I don’t see anything particularly wrong,” Jeremy was looking at the twisted remains of the port-side wing.
“Other than the thirteen dead?” Jon knew the bodies were cleared off the mountains, wouldn’t even have been here by the wings. Still, thirteen fellow fliers? That hurt bad, a feeling he’d never grown used to.
“I mean the wing. Nothing looks particularly wrong with the wing.”
Jon had to agree with Jeremy’s assessment. But he couldn’t help glancing away from the wings and up the hillside.
However, there was a lot wrong with Miranda. He just didn’t know what it was.
After three months apart, she’d barely acknowledged him at the airport. She didn’t strike him as fickle, though she’d been very cozy with the pilot, both on the ground and riding up front with him. Then taking his so
