“Now.”

Reeves stared at me.

“You think this was done on purpose.”

“I think,” I said, “that your co-pilot was poisoned, and your flight computer was made to lie to you, and the two things happened within an hour of each other on the same airplane.

I don’t believe in that much coincidence.”

Chapter 7 — Someone at the Door

We started down toward an airport in northern Spain — the nearest hard runway long enough to take us — and the airplane found one more way to hurt us.

A chime, and a warning: the primary hydraulic system feeding the right main landing gear was losing pressure, and losing it fast.