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Chapter Twenty-Six
Flight Level 20/November 30
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In order to enjoy the inestimable benefits that the liberty of the press insures, it is necessary to submit to the inevitable evils it creates.
ALEXIS DE TOCQUEVILLE, DEMOCRACY IN AMERICA
It was after midnight, and it had begun to rain again when Ave Peters's Cessna 310 lifted from the runway at Half Moon Bay. Anna Neville forced herself to watch from the small window as the airplane banked steeply over the sea and turned eastward. She had admitted it to no one, but since the crash in Canada, she had been afraid of flying.
She flexed her hands to relax them, wrapped herself in a blanket, and huddled against the thrumming wall of the Cessna's passenger compartment. Avery Peters's mechanics had put hot coffee and sandwiches aboard, but Anna had no appetite. The events of the last twenty-four hours had left her drained of energy. And of will? No, not that. She was more determined than ever to expose whoever it was who had killed Sean and Jake. She owned them that, she thought.

 
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