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said.
    "I don't want anything to undermine this China deal."
    "Nobody does, Hal."
    Edgarton looked at Marder thoughtfully for a moment. "You better be real clear about that," he said. "Because I don't give a damn who you're married to—if this deal doesn't close, a lot of people are going to get taken out. Not just me. A lot of other heads will roll."
    "I understand," Marder said.
    "You picked the woman. She's your call. The Board knows it. If anything goes wrong with her, or the IRT—you're out on your ass."
    "Nothing will go wrong," Marder said. "It's under control."
    "It damn well better be," Edgarton said, and turned away again to look out the window.
    Marder left the room.

    LAX MAINTENANCE HANGAR 21
    9:48 A.M.
    The blue minivan crossed the runway and raced toward the line of maintenance hangars at Los Angeles Airport. From the rear of the nearest hangar, the yellow tail of the Transpacific widebody protruded, its emblem shining in the sun.
    The engineers began to talk excitedly as soon as they saw the plane. The minivan rolled into the hangar and came to a stop beneath the wing; the engineers piled out. The RAMS team was already at work, a half-dozen mechanics up on the wing, wearing harnesses, scrabbling on their hands and knees.
    "Let's do it!" Burne shouted, as he climbed a ladder to the wing. He made it sound like a battle cry. The other engineers scrambled up after him. Doherty followed last, climbing the ladder with a dejected air.

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    Casey stepped out of the van with Richman. "They all go right to the wing," Richman said.
    "That's right. The wing's the most important part of an aircraft, and the most complicated structure. They'll look at it first, then do a visual inspect on the rest of the exterior. This way."
    "Where are we going?"
    "Inside."
    Casey walked to the nose, and climbed a roll-in staircase to the forward cabin door, just behind the cockpit. As she came to the entrance, she smelled the nauseating odor of vomit.
    "Jesus," Richman said, behind her.
    Casey went inside.
    She knew the forward cabin would have the least damage, but even here some of the seat backs were broken. Armrests had torn free and swung into the aisles. Overhead luggage bins were cracked, the doors hanging open. Oxygen masks dangled from the ceiling, some missing.
    There was blood on the carpet, blood on the ceiling. Puddles of vomit on the seats.
    "My God," Richman said, covering his nose. He looked pale. "This happened because of turbulence?"
    "No," she said. "Almost certainly not."
    "Then why would the pilot—"
    "We don't know yet," she said.
    Casey went forward to the flight deck. The cockpit door was latched open, and the flight deck appeared normal. All the logs and paperwork were missing. A tiny infant's shoe was on the floor. Bending to look at it, she noticed a mass of crumpled black metal wedged beneath the cockpit door. A video camera. She pulled it free, and it broke apart in her hands, an untidy heap of circuit boards, silver motors, and loops of tape hanging from a cracked cassette. She gave it to Richman.
    "What do I do with this?"
    "Keep it."
    Casey headed aft, knowing it would be worse in the back. Already she was forming a picture in her mind of what had happened on this flight. "There's no question: this aircraft underwent severe pitch oscillations. That's when the plane noses up and down," she explained.
    "How do you know?" Richman said.
    "Because that's what makes passengers vomit. They can take yaw and roll. But pitching makes them puke."
    "Why are the oxygen masks missing?" Richman said.
    "People grabbed them as they fell," she said. It must have happened that way. "And the seat backs are broken—do you know how much force it takes to break an airplane seat? They're designed to withstand an impact of sixteen Gs. People in this cabin bounced around like dice in a cup. And from the damage, it looks like it went on for a while."

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    "How long?"
    "At least two minutes," she said. An eternity for an incident