She’d Sworn Never to Fly Again. Then Someone Poisoned the Co-Pilot Six Miles Over the Atlantic
It is the kind of crime that stays invisible right up until an airplane it lives inside decides to come apart.
And an audit had been coming.
A surprise inspection that would have pulled the real records against the real parts and ended him.
So he had done the math a certain kind of man does, and decided that the cleanest way to erase a paper trail was to erase the airplane it was written on — to engineer a catastrophic failure over the deep Atlantic, where a jet goes down and is never truly recovered, where the evidence sinks four kilometers into the dark with everyone who might have testified to it.
He had rigged the flight-control computer to turn against the crew.