They quizzed her for an hour and a half. They were polite, lowkey. Gould did most of the talking, pausing to page through notes on his deck. Rainey didn’t care—the thrill level here was obviously too low for him; he would have been happier running speedboats past the Florida Coast Guard. Creft took center stage when they asked about the killer drone. Creft had a whole portfolio of printout photos of the Canadair CL-227—the orange peanut refitted with a dreadful variety of strafing guns, napalm squirters, gas dispensers.... She pointed out the model that looked closest to the profile she remembered. Creft passed it silently down the row. They all nodded.... Gelli didn’t say much. He was the junior partner. The older model of Gelli obviously hadn’t kept up with the times. Somebody had scrapped him....