His Own Cool Path

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“This is great!” Jeremy side-hugged Miranda as soon as she’d climbed down the ladder from her pre-Vietnam-era F-86F Sabrejet, because he couldn’t help himself. They now stood together in the pre-dawn darkness on the dusty soil of Groom Lake in the heart of the Nevada Test and Training Range. How freaking cool was that! Cold, actually, in mid-December, but he didn’t care.
Miranda actually patted him on the back; her pleasure at seeing him overriding her autism’s reluctance to touch or be touched. Or maybe it was Andi’s influence; they’d been a couple for a long time now. Or maybe…he was overthinking everything as usual. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been called out to an air-crash investigation with just Miranda. Well, he could, but that wasn’t the point.
“So, what’s the disaster this time?” he asked.
“Didn’t Jill tell you? All she said was to meet you here.”
“That’s all she told me…I think.” Jeremy tried to remember. He’d been dead asleep in a Las Vegas conference hotel when the National Transportation Safety Board’s dispatch operator had woken him with the launch request. It had been his first night’s decent sleep in a long time—five whole hours in a row, a total gift. “I wasn’t really awake when she called. I thought Amy used to cry up a storm; her colic went on forever. Davito cries less but many times louder. I think he’s going to grow up to be an opera singer or the lead in a heavy metal band. He certainly has the voice for it.”
“Those are very different types of music. Have you asked him which he’d prefer?”
“He’s three months old, Miranda. He’s not interested in much beyond Taz’s breast and creating massive poops.”
“Oh, right.”
A black Chevy Suburban rolled up as Miranda pulled her parka and NTSB vest out of the stowage compartment on her jet. She began checking each of the pockets to make sure every tool was in its proper place.
The passenger stepped down, but Jeremy held up a hand palm-out to stop her approach. He knew better than to disturb Miranda during her process. He was impressed that she only checked every item once instead of twice; she was improving in her constant battle to coerce her autism into…whatever she was trying to coerce it into.

Initial Publication: September 1, 2025 (Thrill Ride Magazine #11, "Sidekicks")
Re-release: April 1, 2025
Print pages: 70