EPISODE 6, SCENE 1 LUANNE RICE SAT IN THE MARSHAL'S OFFICE with a pen poised over her notepad, hoping for an update on the crash investigation. "Sorry, Luanne," Tramaine said. "There's nothing new. We're still not ruling out an accident..." "But the NTSB thinks otherwise?" Luanne said. She'd interviewed Paula Walker by phone yesterday. Tramaine nodded tersely. "You know what I know." "Paula Walker is calling it computer sabotage." "It might be that," Tramaine shrugged. "Or it could've been a mechanical failure, or the computer went haywire and spit out the wrong course, or Fred Collins got confused in the storm. Any number of possibilities." "So you're not ready to call this a homicide?" Luanne pressed. "No, not yet." "Do you have any suspects?" "Not thinking about suspects yet." Tramaine sat back in his chair and stared out the window, indicating to Luanne her time was up. She folded her notebook. "Thank you, Marshal. I'll be in touch." "Anytime, Luanne," Tramaine waved as she walked out. He was, in fact, far more disturbed by the NTSB's findings than he'd let on to the Avalanche reporter. If the navigational computer aboard the Beechcraft had been deliberately reprogrammed by someone other than the pilot Collins, as Paula Walker had surmised, then it was a homicide, intended to kill - who? Collins? Dolores Thorne? And why? The Marshal's background checks of Collins found only a well- liked, easy-going, highly competent pilot - just the kind you'd want to fly you through a mountain storm. And Dolores had been revered in the community. Why would someone want to kill them? Searching for a criminal motive, Tramaine couldn't see one. Not yet.