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The only people who had access to the cockpit were the captains and the flight attendants. Which meant whoever accessed the server had been someone who wouldn’t attract too much attention.

Someone like…

Oh god.

One of the Vipers was wearing a uniform.

“Shit,” Jax groaned, reaching up to scrub his face.

Shit was right.

Things just got a lot more complicated.

13

OLIVIA

“Lucille, can I talk to you for a minute?”

The woman gave me a harried look like I’d asked her to strip naked and dance on the nose of the plane.

“What?” she hissed.

“I, um—”

“Spit it out.”

I squared my shoulders, refusing to let her obvious disdain for me throw me off.

We had a plan.

Was it the best plan I’d ever heard? Definitely not. Did I like it? Not even a little bit. But it was the best one we had.

As I considered my words carefully, I looked over Lucille with fresh eyes. Could she be a secret assassin in disguise? If she was, she was remarkably dedicated to her cover.

The last few hours had not been kind to her. Managing a dead body, a plane full of angry lawyers, and no way to contact the outside world had deepened her frown lines. Her once-immaculate white-blond hair now had an electric frizz. Even her neck scarf was incorrectly positioned, and it took every morsel of my willpower not to point it out.

Rise above, I told myself. Now is not the time to be a petty bitch.

“I found someone who can help with the Wi-Fi,” I said, watching her face carefully. “He’s a tech guy.”

Lucille scowled as she ripped open a pack of plastic spoons. Dinner service was about to begin. I suspected we’d be wearing most of it by the end of the flight, however that panned out. “And just where did you find this ‘tech guy’?” she asked, her brow arching scornfully.

“I asked around.”

“Is that what you call it?”

I flushed hot at her implication. Clearly, rumors of my overfriendly sleuthing had reached her.

“Look,” I said, my tone more snappish than I intended. “You said you wanted to avoid a lawsuit. You said to keep them happy—”

“Oh, yes. A task you apparently took far too literally.”

Don’t slap her. Do not slap her.

“Well, regardless,” I bit out. “He’s an expert. He can have a look in the avionics bay and see if he can fix the issue.”

Lucille flapped her hand at me dismissively. “We can’t just let a passenger walk into the cockpit.”