CHAPTER 20––––––––
The phone rang as Mara squeezed past the two men in suits milling around the shop. Once she stood behind the counter, she faced them, held up a finger and picked up the black handset. The older of the two investigators, the one with the military haircut and the dead eyes, looked put out. He stared at Mara, furrowing his brow. His lips were pressed together, and his square jaw jutted. She confirmed to Mrs. Dalton that her mimeograph and projector would be ready by Friday noon and hung up.
“Ms. Lantern, I’m Ethan Suter with the FBI, and this is Detective Daniel Bohannon with the Portland Police Department.” He tilted his head toward the burly sandy-headed man next to him. “We are working with the NTSB to investigate the accident on Flight 559 last week.”
“Okay. What can
