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Jeremy had hunched over the flight recorders for an hour before calling the team in.
They’d both offered to help, but it wasn’t even clear if Jeremy had heard them while he worked.
Instead, Mike had spent the time sitting shoulder to shoulder with Holly, going through the photos she’d saved in her boot heel…and learning nothing new.
“The voice recorder is surprisingly uninformative,” Jeremy pointed at the squiggling lines of an audio file on his computer screen. “There’s what sounds like a whoosh of a door opening in flight and letting the wind in, then a loud bang that I interpret as shredding metal, but all in an instant. There was a single, incomplete curse from the copilot, and then the sound of the plane’s crash itself just a second later.”
It had all happened so fast that Mik
