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Bohannon pulled into the circular drive in front of the beige stuccoed airport hotel and braked at the front entrance under a large overhang.
Suter walked out the hotel’s front door and grabbed the passenger door handle. “Head over to the hospital,” he said, slipping into the passenger seat. “I left the NTSB contact info with the doctors, and Pirelli forwarded a call this morning from Peter Newsome’s wife. You remember Newsome, right?”
“How could I forget?”
“Turns out his wife was on the flight, too, and she says they want to talk.”
“I don’t recall seeing another Newsome on the list.”
“Kept her maiden name. She’s Jill O’Donnell. They were sitting toward the back of the plane and apparently saw a tussle of some kind.”
Bohannon pulled out of the hotel drive
