Page 34 of Air Force One (Miranda Chase #16)

Holly leaned her head against Mike’s shoulder. “Thanks. I still need a minute.”

“I wish I could give you that.” He pulled her phone out of his pocket. “You got a voice message while you were under. One of those voice-message-as-a-text things.”

“We have a great job offer. No previous experience required?” If it promised she could work from home, she didn’t care if it was a scam or not.

Having a place to really call home for the first time in decades had been Andi’s doing.

After Miranda’s home had burned down on Spieden Island, along with half the trees, Miranda had been rootless.

She’d never been happy in the team’s shared house in Gig Harbor.

They were based in Washington State and it had been very convenient to a local airport, which had been their home base for several years.

But as Miranda’s discomfort grew with the temporary setup, Andi had switched into some frantic new-home-search mode—in her utterly chill US Army / Chinese-Zen sort of way.

She’d come up with a pair of old missile silos on three hundred acres that backed up against thirteen-thousand acres of Tiger Mountain State Forest wilderness.

Each had a surface house and a tunnel to their personal silos.

The lower levels were flooded with groundwater but had been sealed off by the previous owner leaving two generous floors of living space.

With other renovations and the addition of a hangar for Miranda’s planes and helicopter, they were surprisingly comfortable.

The old command-and-control bunker between their two silos had been converted into the team office.

And right now she could empathize with Miranda’s joy of being able to shut herself underground behind a great big blast door. Closing out a world where people like Drake, Roy, Rose, and all the other innocents on that plane were murdered, sounded damned good at the moment.

“Sorry, no. A woman left it. Had one of those seriously lovely, deepish voices like Rose Cole’s…uh…did.”

“A call from the dead?” She wouldn’t be surprised by anything at this point.

Though Mike was. “How did you know?”

“Know what?”

“Her message was: Tell the woman with the Taser that I most urgently must die. And I wish to again meet my Little Sister. What does Taz have to do with this?”

Holly wanted to bury her face once more against Mike’s shoulder. “Nothing. Not a single…God…damn…thing.”