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“What the hell?” Mike looked around the snug hangar at the end of the totally Podunk-nowhere Tacoma Narrows Airport and wished he was anywhere else. “Why did Miranda send us here?”
Though it was definitely the right place, as the code she’d sent with no explanation had unlocked the door.
The sunrise sent a narrow beam of blinding light through the cracked-open outer door. Dust motes danced in the air, and not much else. The hangar was immaculately clean and just big enough for two planes: a sweet Mooney M20V Ultra—the fastest single-engine light plane out there—and a small jet plane made of shiny aluminum that he didn’t recognize.
There was a small work area and two old couches.
“She sent us here because no one in their right mind would look for us here. Can’t imagine anyone choosi
