The news of Arthur's plane crash hit the news at exactly eight o'clock in the evening. A small piece of the plane had been recovered so far but the reporter said that no signs of a body had yet been found. Nor would they.
Harley had done a beautiful job of crashing the plane and when we pulled her up into our boat, she was brimming with adrenaline. We paid her enough money to go start over anywhere in the world and we had a feeling she was halfway to Barcelona by now.
Selene was pacing the living room when she wasn't throwing up from nerves. We had given her a phone some time ago and she knew she had to call her sister. It was easy to see she was dreading the conversation.
"Just do it," I groaned at her from the couch. "Get it over with."
She cut me with a glare and pulled the phone from her pocket. "She's going to hate me for being gone so long. What if she doesn't even want to see me?"