The private hangar of the Seattle airfield was a wide, metal structure filled with the noise of the transport plane’s engines.At exactly eight-forty-five on Friday morning, the team bus sat idling near the security gate.I parked the utility truck in the administrative zone, grabbed my briefcase, and walked fast toward the tarmac.The compliance investigator, Davis, stood near the metal stairs of the plane, holding a digital tablet.Lars Vance stood beside him, his face pale and serious as he looked at his watch.Rhys was not on the plane.He stood at the bottom of the stairs, his massive frame completely blocking the investigator’s path.He wore his dark team suit, his hands resting on his belt, his posture a direct physical threat."The registration window closes in fifteen minutes, Keller," Davis said, his voice flat. "If your medical manager does not present the certified coordinates, I am signing the suspension.""The coordinates are certified, Mr. Davis," I said, stepp
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