The best ground-attack support fighter jets ever built—the A-10 Thunderbolt “Warthogs”—are falling out of the sky. The Air Force brass repeatedly schemes to decommission this low-tech jet. They’ve been blocked by soldiers, pilots, and Congress…so far.
The “Hog” lies at the crux of a high-tech struggle for power. An interagency skirmish that now rapidly descends into a battle fought on a global scale.
Miranda Chase, air-crash savant for the National Transportation Safety Board, and her team dive in. The high-risk stakes mount in the battlespace—and a secret from their past could make them the next target. Miranda may become the spark that ignites a war.
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Far above, a US supersonic, stealth drone flies a very lethal Black Op.
The CIA, the US military command, and the secretive National Reconnaissance Office are all locked in a battle for control of the nation’s future.
Miranda Chase, the National Transportation Safety Board’s air-crash savant, lands in the center of the gathering maelstrom.
Burdened with a new team and a polarizing personality, she must connect the pieces to stay alive. And she must do it before the wreckage of her past crashes down upon her and destroys US-China relations forever.
About finding Miranda
Some characters are elusive and are a long time coming. Miranda wasn’t!
She began as a writing exercise for a class five years ago—or rather a very simple version of her. When I sat down to start writing her, she came to life in very unexpected ways, but said clearly from the first moment, “THIS is my voice.”
Miranda is an air crash savant, with all of the other blind spots that creates in her life. And to keep her on point, she depends on her team. But her team completely changes as she starts her most dangerous investigation yet.
Here’s a little Miranda
The flight attendant stepped up to her seat—4E—which had never been her favorite on a 767-300. At least the cabin setup was in the familiar 261-seat, 2-class configuration, currently running at a seventy-three percent load capacity with a standard crew of ten and one ride-along FAA inspector in the cockpit jump seat.
“Excuse me, are you Miranda Chase?”
The attendant made a face that she couldn’t interpret.
A frown? Did that indicate anger?
He turned away before she could consider the possibilities and, without another word, returned to his station at the front of the cabin.
Miranda once again straightened the emergency exit plan that the flight’s vibrations kept shifting askew in its pocket.
This flight from yesterday’s meeting at LAX to today’s DC lunch meeting at the National Transportation Safety Board’s headquarters departed so early that she’d decided to spend the night in the airline’s executive lounge working on various aviation accident reports. She never slept on a flight and would have to catch up on her sleep tonight.
Miranda felt the shift as the plane turned into a modest five-degree bank to the left. The bright rays of dawn over the New Mexico desert shifted from the left-hand windows to the right side.
At due north, she heard the Rolls-Royce RB211 engines (quite a pleasant high tone compared to the Pratt & Whitney PW4000 that she always found unnerving) ease off ever so slightly, signaling a slow descent. The pilot was transitioning from an eastbound course that would be flown at an odd number of thousands of feet to a westbound one that must be flown at an even number.
The flight attendant then picked up the intercom phone and a loud squawk sounded through the cabin. Most people would be asleep and there were soft complaints and rustling down the length of the aircraft.
“We regret to inform you that there is an emergency on the ground. I repeat, there is nothing wrong with the plane. We are being routed back to Las Vegas, where we will disembark one passenger, refuel, and then continue our flight to DC. Our apologies for the inconvenience.”
There were now shouts of complaint all up and down the aisle.
The flight attendant was staring straight at her as he slammed the intercom back into its cradle with significantly greater force than was required to seat it properly.
Oh. It was her they would be disembarking. That meant there was a crash in need of an NTSB investigator—a major one if they were flying back an hour in the wrong direction.
Thankfully, she always had her site kit with her.
For some reason, her seatmate was muttering something foul. Miranda ignored it and began to prepare herself.
Only the crash mattered.
She straightened the exit plan once more. It had shifted the other way with the changing harmonic from the RB211 engines.
Miranda lands November 19th in audio, e-book, print, and large print. (Print not available until release day 11/19.)