Bohannon braked the Caprice at the stop sign at the exit of the hospital parking lot. They faced a row of mirrored office buildings across Burnside Road that reflected the dense clouds that were rolling in behind them. He turned to look at Suter in the passenger seat. “Where we going next? Another passenger interview?”
“We need to identify that boy and those two women. We figure that out, I think we have a shot at solving what brought down the plane,” Suter said.
“And where would you like to do that?” The detective pointed fingers left and right above the steering wheel.
“Oh, let’s just drive around for a minute. I need to think this through.”
Bohannon turned toward downtown and said, “At this point, the accident seems incidental, don’t you think? We have a plane full of people switche
