Chapter 652
The captain nodded. “Confirmed. The families of the two flight attendants and the co-pilot have already signed off p>
Just as he finished speaking, another rescue worker came running over.
“We just excavated another set of remains directly beneath the wreckage of the main cockpit.
The forensic examiner on-site preliminarily determined the time of death aligns perfectly with the crash.
We just contacted the captain’s immediate family to identify the body, and they confirmed it—the remains belong to the captain p>
“What about Maloney and his assistant? Still no sign of them?” Sienna couldn’t help asking.
The rescue worker sighed and shook his head. “We’ve been doing grid searches out here for days. We’ve scoured every possible inch p>
Silence descended over the scene for a brief moment.
Jarred’s dark eyes remained glued to Dustin Vale’s file.
Dustin had only been working for Maloney for two years, his background as clean as a blank sheet of paper.
His eyes narrowed a fraction. His expression didn’t change much, but the scrutiny lurking in his gaze deepened.
Before arriving, he had fully investigated every one of Maloney’s private flight routes and travel itineraries.
He even knew all of Maloney’s recent business dealings and hostile competitors.
The flight crew was only responsible for the aircraft, but his assistant Dustin was involved in every aspect of Maloney’s public and private life.
He was the sole middleman who could connect the flight crew on the inside with enemies on the outside.
The killer designed a fail-safe assassination plot, masking it as mechanical failure while relying on an explosive to destroy the evidence.
They had to have a flawless grasp of Maloney and the crew’s behavioral patterns.
Dustin was the only person among the six who perfectly fit all the criteria.
Right then, Captain Halloway walked over, holding a copy of the preliminary report.
He handed copies to Jarred, Sienna, and Marcus.
“Based on the analysis of the current remains and debris, only the flight crew have been identified among the casualties.
As for Mr. Sterling and his assistant p>
He paused; his voice softening, “We’ve searched a three-mile radius from the impact zone and haven’t found any bodies matching their physical descriptions.
But considering the altitude and velocity of the crash… the chances of survival are incredibly slim.
Please, I urge you all to prepare for the worst.
However, we won’t give up the search. The moment we have an update, we will notify you immediately p>
Sienna took the report, flipped past a couple of pages, and locked eyes on the final conclusion.
The parachutes had been emptied p>
Her pupils contracted slightly.
Sienna said nothing, simply closing the report and handing it back to the captain. “Understood. Thank you p>
Someone must have made it out alive.
Jarred and Marcus stood ten feet away, showing no major reactions, merely offering faint nods.
Sienna’s gaze drifted over, momentarily locking eyes with theirs.
Jarred took a large step toward her. “The wind is harsh out here, and sticking around won’t do much good. I’ll have Declan drive you back.
“No need.” Sienna sidestepped his outstretched arm, avoiding his attempt to pull het close. We brought our own car p>
With that, she bid Marcus farewell.
Then, she shot Thea a glance, turned on her heel, and headed straight for their car.
Jarred watched her cold silhouette, the hand hovering mid-air freezing straight to his core.
On the drive back.
Thea gripped the steering wheel in prolonged silence, only speaking up once they were clear of the search perimeter.
“Manual detonation, missing parachutes… This attack had nothing to do with you p>
Sienna toyed with her phone, her sharp eyes completely devoid of emotion.