She went to the television, which she had ordered brought out here. She pushed a tape into the deck, and waited.
Waited for Malone.
Casey was tired. Then she remembered the scope. She rolled up her sleeve, and pulled off the four circular bandages arranged in a row on the skin of her arm. Scopolamine patches, for motion sickness. That was why she had not vomited on the plane. She had known what she was in for, Malone had not.
Casey had no sympathy for her. She just wanted to be finished. This would be the last step. This would end it.
The only person at Norton who really knew what she was doing was Fuller. Fuller had understood immediately when Casey had called him from Video Imaging. Fuller recognized the implications of releasing the tape to Newsline. He saw what it would do to them, how they might be boxed in.
Flight Test had done that
She waited for Malone.
Five minutes later, Jennifer Malone came in, slamming the door behind her. She was wearing a pair of flight test coveralls. Her face was washed, her hair pulled back.
And she was very angry.
“I don’t know what you think you proved up there,” she said. “You had your fun. Taped the show. Scared the shit out of me. I hope you enjoyed it, because it isn’t going to change a fucking thing in our story. Barker is right. Your plane has slats problems, just like he says. The only thing he’s missing is that the problem occurs when the autopilot’s off. That’s all your little exercise demonstrated today. But our story isn’t changed. Your plane’s a deathtrap. And by the time we air our story, you won’t be able to sell one of those planes on Mars. We’re going to bury your shitty little airplane, and we’re going to bury you.”
Casey did not speak. She thought: She’s young. Young and stupid. The harshness of her own judgment surprised her. Perhaps she’d learned something from the tough older men at the plant. Men who knew about power, as opposed to posturing and strutting.
She let Malone rant awhile longer, and then she said, “Actually, you’re not going to do any of that.”
“You fucking watch me.”
“The only thing you can do is report what actually happened on Flight 545. You may not want to do that.”
“You wait,” Malone said, hissing. “You fucking wait. It’s a fucking deathtrap.”
Casey sighed. “Sit down.”
“I’ll be goddamned if I will—”
“Did you ever wonder,” Casey said, “how a secretary at a video house in Glendale knew you were doing a story on Norton? Had your cell phone number, and knew to call you?”
Malone was silent.
“Did you ever wonder,” Casey said, “how Norton’s attorney could have found out so quickly you had the tape? And then have gotten a sworn statement from the receptionist that she’d given it to you?’
Malone was silent.
“Ed Fuller walked in the door of Video Imaging just a few minutes after you walked out, Ms. Malone. He was worried about running into you.”
Malone frowned. “What is this?”
“Did you ever wonder,” Casey said, “why Ed Fuller was so insistent you sign a document saying you didn’t obtain the tape from a Norton employee?”
“It’s obvious. The tape’s damaging. He doesn’t want the company to be blamed.”
“Blamed by whom?’
“By … I don’t know. The public.”
“You better sit down,” Casey said. She opened the file.
Slowly, Malone sat.
She frowned.
“Wait a minute,” Malone said “You’re saying that secretary didn’t call me, about the tape?” Casey looked at her. “Then who called?’ Malone said. Casey said nothing. “It was you!” Casey nodded.
“You wanted me to have that tape?’ “Yes.” “Why?” Casey smiled
She handed Malone the first sheet of paper. “This is a parts inspection record, stamped off by a PMI at the FAA yesterday, for the number two inboard slats proximity sensor on Flight 545. The part is noted to be cracked and defective. The crack is old.”
“I’m not doing a parts story,” Malone said
“No,” Casey said “You’re not Because what flight test showed you today is that any competent pilot could have handled the slats warning initiated by the bad part All the pilot had to do is leave the plane in autopilot. But on Flight 545, he didn’t.”
Malone said, “We already checked that. The captain of 545 was an outstanding pilot.”
“That’s right,” Casey said.
She passed her the next piece of paper.
“This is the crew manifest submitted to the FAA with the flight plan, on the date of departure of Flight 545.”
John Zhen Chang, Captain 5/7/51 M
Leu Zan Ping, First Officer 3/11/59 M
Richard Yong, First Officer 9/9/61 M
Gerhard Reimann, First Officer 7/23/49 M
Thomas Chang, First Officer 6/29/70 M
Henri Marchand, Engineer 4/25/69 M
Robert Sheng, Engineer 6/13/62 M
Malone glanced at it, pushed it aside. “And this is the crew manifest we got from Transpacific the day after the incident.”
JOHN ZHEN CHANG, CAPTAIN 5/7/51
LEU ZAN PING, FIRST OFFICER 3/11/59
RICHARD YONG, FIRST OFFICER 9/9/61
GERHARD REIMANN, FIRST OFFICER 7/23/49
HENRI MARCHAND, ENGINEER 4/25/69
THOMAS CHANG, ENGINEER 6/29/70
ROBERT SHENG, ENGINEER 6/13/62
Malone scanned it, shrugged “It’s the same.”
“No, it’s not. In one, Thomas Chang is listed as a first officer. In the second list, he appears as an engineer.”
Malone said, “A clerical error.”
Casey shook her head. “No.”
She passed another sheet.
“This is a page from the Transpacific in-flight magazine, showing Captain John Chang and his family. It was sent to us by a Transpacific flight attendant, who wanted us to know the real story. You will notice his children are Erica and Thomas Chang. Thomas Chang is the pilot’s son. He was among the flight crew of Flight 545.”
Malone frowned.
“The Changs are a family of pilots. Thomas Chang is a pilot, qualified on several commuter aircraft. He is not type certified to fly the N-22.”
“I don’t believe this,” Malone said.
“At the time of the incident,” Casey continued “the captain, John Chang, had left the cockpit and walked to the back of the plane for coffee. He was aft when the accident occurred, and severely injured. He underwent brain surgery in Vancouver two days ago. The hospital thought it was the first officer, but his identity has now been confirmed as John Zhen Chang.”
Malone was shaking her head
Casey handed her a memo:
FROM: S. NIETO, FSR VANC
TO: C. SINGLETON, YUMA TEST FAC
HIGHLY CONFIDENTIAL
AUTHORITIES NOW CONFIRM THE POSTMORTEM IDENTIFICATION OF INJURED CREW MEMBER IN VANCOUVER HOSPITAL AS JOHN ZHEN CHANG THE CAPTAIN OF TRANSPACIFIC FLIGHT 545.
“Chang wasn’t in the cockpit,” Casey said. “He was in the back of the plane. His hat was found mere. So someone else was in the captain’s chair, when the incident occurred.”
Casey turned on the television, started the tape. “These are the concluding moments of the videotape which you obtained from the receptionist. You see the camera falling toward the front of the plane, and twisting to eventually lodge in the cockpit door. But before it does … here!” She froze the frame. “You can see the flight deck.”
“I can’t see much,” Malone said. “They’re both looking away.”
“You can see that the pilot has extremely short hair,” Casey said. “Look at the picture. Thomas Chang has close-cropped hair.”
Malone was shaking her head, strongly now. “I just don’t believe this. That visual is not good enough, you have a three-quarter profile, it doesn’t identify, it doesn’t say anything.”
“Thomas Chang has a small stud in his ear. You can see it in this magazine photo. And on the video, you can see the same stud catch the light, right there.”
Malone was silent.
Casey pushed another piece of paper across to her.
“This is a translation of the Chinese voice communications in the cockpit as recorded on the tape you have. A great deal of it is unintelligible because of the cockpit alarms. But the relevant passage is marked for you.”
0544:59 ALM stall stall stall
0545:00 F/O what (unintelligible) you
0545:01 CPTN am (unintelligible) correct the
0545:02 ALM stall stall stall
0545:03 F/O torn release die (unintelligible)
0545:04 CPTN what do (unintelligible) it
0545:11 F/O tommy (unintelligible) when
(unintelligible) must (unintelligible) the
Casey took the paper back. “That’s not for you to keep, or refer to publicly. But it corroborates the videotape in your possession.”
Malone said, in a stunned voice, “He let his kid fly the plane?”
“Yes,” Casey said. “John Chang permitted a pilot who was not type certified to fly the N-22. As a result, fifty-six people were injured and four people died—including John Chang himself. We believe that the aircraft was on autopilot, and Chang left his son momentarily in charge of the flight. That was when the disagree warning occurred, and the son extended the slats to clear it But the son panicked, overcorrected, and porpoised. Eventually we believe Thomas Chang was knocked unconscious by the severe movements of the airplane, and the autopilot took over.”