“You must be Tom,” Nathan said, extending his hand toward the man that met him at his car.
“I am. Nice to meet you, Agent Thomas,” Tom replied as he shook the hand Nathan had offered. “If you’ll follow me please. Jude’s set up some simulations for us to test our theory out.”
“So, you said you found some sort of wrapper?”
“Yep, and I’ll show you where.”
He led Nathan into the hangar and directed him toward the elevator assembly. “See the hole right there?”
“I do,” Nathan replied.
“It was tucked in there, along with what we believe to be a piece of graphite. The tests we’re about to run should bear out what we think happened.”
“Not accidental, then, any of it,” Nathan stated solemnly.
“Not in my view, and I’ve been investigating crashes for fifteen years now. But finding something le
