Free Fall by Rick Mofina Page A

emerged on that individual plane.
    Kate then consulted federal records on the model, and found the Richlon-TitanRT-86 had experienced several incidents.
    While taking off for Chicago from Omaha, an improperly secured front cabin door had come loose on an RT-86, forcing an emergency landing without incident. A flight from San Diego blew a tire on landing in Phoenix. No injuries were reported. A flight originating in Boston overshot the runway while landing in Atlanta during a storm. No injuries. There were several separate cases of various emergency-indicator lights automatically activating in the flight deck, for things such as landing gear, fuel supply, someone smoking in the restroom, a small fire in the galley. Emergency ground crews were alerted and in all instances the planes landed safely.
    This is relatively standard.
    Kate checked Newslead’s legal database for civil action against the airline, scouring the summaries from the list of lawsuits. They concerned lost luggage, job action, overbooked flights, missed flights, claims alleging civil rights abuses and racism. Again, all of it was relatively standard for an airline of EastCloud’s size.
    After rereading the Times story, Kate felt stirrings of self-doubt.
    Am I wrong about hearing the crew insist there was no turbulence?
    She paged through her notes. But it was there. She’d jotted it down the moment it had crackled over the scanner. Sure, there was static, but she’d clearly heard the crew say the problem was “not turbulence” but rather some sort of malfunction.
    Kate called the news library and requested they look into possibly purchasing transcripts from one of the professional scanner listening services, even though they were not subscribed.
    It was odd. If other news outlets, like the Times or the Associated Press, had possibly consulted transcripts of Flight 4990’s transmissions before landing, wouldn’t they have reported malfunction as the issue? But there had been so much static, maybe they’d missed it.
    Kate tapped her pen.
    The only way to know what the crew said is to talk to the crew.
    But there was no way that was going to happen, she thought. Pilots rarely, if ever, talk to press about an incident while it’s under investigation—way too many policies and too much at stake for them.
    Did anyone reach out to the crew?
    Kate tapped her pen faster.
    She’d met a high-ranking official with the pilots’ union a couple of months back at a security conference at the Grand Hyatt. What was his name? Kate searched her contacts until it came up.
    Nick Benko.
    He was middle-aged, silver-haired, smart and kind of flirty, but at his core, all business and union tough. They’d had a quick coffee and he’d said to call him if ever she needed help on a story.
    Kate sent him a text, reminding him of their meeting and his offer. She asked him to call her. Six minutes later, her cell phone rang.
    â€œThanks for calling, Nick.”
    â€œNo problem. Just stepped out of a meeting. What’s up?”
    â€œYou know that EastCloud flight from Buffalo to LaGuardia?”
    â€œYes, it’s in the news. I saw your name on one of the stories.”
    â€œWhat can you tell me about the investigation?”
    â€œI’m not involved in that. Besides, I couldn’t tell you, even if I was.”
    â€œI figured. Nick, I need help reaching the captain.”
    â€œNo can do, Kate. There’re policies, security, privacy, all that stuff.”
    â€œI understand, Nick, but if you were me, where would you look?”
    Benko hesitated.
    â€œYou know I can’t give you that name, Kate.”
    â€œOf course, but if you were looking, say for public sources, where would you look?”
    Benko gave it some thought.
    â€œSome airlines post milestone pages online,” he said. “It’s possible that if you looked deep into EastCloud’s site on the ten-year page, you might find