The supplier review took place in a conference room at the edge of the Vale hangar.
Adrian sat at the head of the table. I sat to his left, beside an outside materials consultant named Dr. Hannah Lowe. Dean sat opposite us with a folder and a careful smile.
"We don't believe there was any compromise to the wing structure," Dean said. "The failed fitting came from a test rig that exceeded its rated load."
"Did the rig exceed its rated load?" Hannah asked.
"That's what the report says."
"The report has no author," I said.
Dean's smile disappeared. "Ms. Wren is here as an observer."
"Then you shouldn't mind her asking what the report says."
Adrian's gaze flicked toward me. He said nothing.
Dean opened his folder. "We've included the incident summary."
"Where are the raw strain readi
