Loretta Lynch reclined in her airplane seat and allowed herself to relax. It had been a demanding day for the nation’s first African American female attorney general, and she knew she deserved to tune out the world for at least one flight. The air conditioning on her plane was good, as usual – a perk of government service, and one she was thankful for after two days’ worth of overcrowded meetings on arcane legal issues in the middle of a desert. Outside, she could see the oppressive heat reflecting off the pavement of the tarmac. Phoenix, she thought, as a shiver of disgust passed through her bones. Nothing good happens in Phoenix.