At the Detroit office of the FBI, the Resurrection Team sat at a conference table. Agent Evans, Detective Cavanaugh, and Agent Prentiss of Homeland Security were with them. Rico got up from his chair, went to a write and wipe board, picked up a marker from the tray, and wrote Twin Otter on the board. “How far can this plane fly on full tanks?”
Benny had his smartphone out. His thumbs moved quickly. “886 miles, airspeed is 210 miles per hour. That would mean he has to refuel every three hours to maintain a forty-five-minute reserve.”
The door to the conference room opened, and a young man entered and went to Agent Evans. “Here’s the map you asked for, Ma’am.”
“Thank you, that’ll be all for now.”
Evans unfolded the map and spread it onto the conference table as the young man left the roo
