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IT WAS moments like these that Earhart wished she could fall off the face of the world. Again. Fritz Duquesne was one of those effortlessly charismatic men who knew it, who made a mission of commanding the room, or in this case, the cab of her '34 Packard Twelve. She had only worked with the agent for a few weeks, but she had seen enough to know he could turn down the charm when needed. He could go perfectly unnoticed, even with that ridiculous mustache of his. She just wished he was doing it now. Her irritation started the second he got to her car and asked if he could drive by making a joke about crashing. How original. It only got worse from there. The man just would not shut up.
"Happy anniversary, by the way," he said. "How does it feel to be two years dead?"