8
“She’s not answering. You sure your radio works?”
Jeremy didn’t answer him. Whether it was because he’d actually crawled partway into the Number Four engine or because he was intentionally ignoring Jon for some reason, it was hard to tell.
He tried the radio again, “Miranda, pick up, damn it!”
Holly’s voice came back over the radio. “No swearing on the airwaves, Major Swift. The FCC doesn’t like it.”
“I don’t need sass. I need to talk to Miranda.”
“If she’s not answering you, mate, there’s a reason.”
“Can’t you just hand your radio to her?”
“Be glad to, except we’re chasing some tail, airplane tail,” he could hear her grin. “She and Jeff are chasing the cockpit. Keep an eye out. We found the last body—this poor sap makes thirteen. I called Mountain Rescue and they’re coming back
