Reed's face smoothed as he drifted off to sleep, the plane was as silent as the grave. The flight would be a long one, eight hours. Thankfully, he was alone in his row, so he could rest in peace and stretch his legs a bit.
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Ethan looked at the painting and picked it up. "May I?" he asked Shane, then, without waiting for an answer, drove his fist through the bloody canvas.






