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Miranda had found her way back by writing down a list of every major investigation she’d led, from memory. First she wrote them in date order, then again successively by aircraft model number, date of model introduction, date of frame manufacture (though she’d had to consult her tablet to look up two of those), and finally by tail number.
When she was done, everyone was sitting around the age-worn wooden conference table facing the display screens. The sun had gone down outside the windows and the buzz of fluorescents overhead now lit the room.
She’d never trusted fluorescents. They always appeared to flicker on the edge of her vision but were steady and constant when she stared at them directly. Her emotions page suggested that “smug” was the proper adjective. Smug lighting fixtures
