Roger glanced over, noticing that Bea hadn't replied. He smiled slightly as she seemed a bit lost in her on thoughts. He watched her for a moment in silence. Her glasses sat on the tip of her nose and she held a spoon almost as if forgetting she had it. He smiled lightly. She was so...he didn't know. He couldn't think of the word but there was something that made him smile when he saw her with that slightly distracted look. 

Not wanting her to catch him staring, he went back to his paper and glanced at it again. He'd give her a bit and then check in later. For now, he'd let her work. He picked up another letter and skimmed it.

[i]
November 23, 1928
Dear Edwin,

It was with utmost pleasure that I received your note though I am a bit surprised at the vagueness in it. 
I will honor your request and be sure to be there on the 7th. 

It will be good to see you despite the circumstances.

Until then, Your friend,

Randolph
  [/i]

Roger paused and then went back and reread the note. He looked at the date and marked it down. What really caught his eye though was the slight blue "BTX" drawn on the right hand tip of the letter. It was small and not really noticeable but there nonetheless. What did that mean?

"Bea," he called, this time speaking a bit louder to get her attention. "What do you make of this?" He held out the letter. It was probably nothing but still. It had been written about six months before her father's death. The note itself was short and a bit cryptic.  He handed her the note.

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He tried to excuse it. The captain didn't seem to be in a friendly mood and his initial smile and attempt at humor had fallen really flat. "I went over the engine twice before we launched." He stammered. "There was no way it should have happened. That part should not have failed as it did. There was no indication of this happening. It's not my fault." 

He wasn't used to this. Usually, if something went wrong he would blame a subordinate but here? He was the only one working. He was the only one who had any play in the mechanics of the engine. Any mistakes the captain would blame on him even though it wasn't his fault. How was he supposed to know that it would mess up? How was he supposed to know that the part would crack and cause an issue on takeoff? 

When the captain mentioned something about how he had been warned the mechanic looked at him. "Warned? By who?" he asked. Then he remembered. That little delivery [i]girl[/i] had said something. How did she know? He frowned. She must have done something. They had been there before he got there. There was no way she could have known, not unless she was the one behind it. He narrowed his eyes. She wanted to discredit him. "There was no way she could have known that unless she did it herself." He said crossing his arms.