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me.
    "$3.56 charged to her debit card at Hudson
News, DFW. Probably water and a Goodbar for the plane. Nothing
after that, though." I leaned my head back against the headboard,
looking up at the ceiling.
    "Means she made it through security there,"
Brian said, setting the guitar aside.
    "Yeah. Which means she probably was on that
damned plane. Which means she had to have made it to Orlando."
    "Then where the hell is she?" Brian rubbed
his hands over his face.
    I didn't know what to say. A knock on the
door saved me from having to think about it. London had staggered
out of the room without a key, and I didn't even get the chance to
give him a hard time about it.
    "We gotta go," he said before the door even
closed behind him.
    "Go where?"
    "No time. I'll explain in the car. Just get
dressed," he told me, digging through his suitcase. He started
dragging off his PJs right then and there, not the least bit shy
about it. Not that he had any reason to be.
    I grabbed my suitcase and hid in the bathroom
to change. I pulled on real clothes, ran a brush through my hair,
and then stopped. Why the hell was I jumping to do what London said
without any explanation? I was getting pretty damned tired of all
the mystery and lack of communication.
    "Where exactly are we going?” I asked as I
stepped out of the bathroom.
    "Catching a flight to Key West," London
answered, shoving what looked like a passport into his back
pocket.
    "We're doing what?" Brian asked. I was glad
he'd spoken first. My own question wouldn't have been nearly so
polite.
    "Shelley found someone who can help us, but
he lives in Key West. And he refuses to come to the mainland, so
we're going to him."
    I flopped down in the desk chair and reached
for my shoes. "And we're all going why?"
    "We don't need anyone else going missing,"
Brian said. "We stick together."
    "I knew you were going to say that," I said
with a sigh. I gave my backpack a once over, making sure I had my
ID, money, and iPod.
    "Grab Dylan's dress, too," London told
me.
    I did as I was told, carefully rolling the
dress into a cylinder and tucking it into my backpack. Fussing over
wrinkles seemed like a silly, girly thing to do right then, but I
couldn't seem to help myself. That done, we trooped out, headed to
Key West to see a man about some magic.
    London used his phone to book our flight
online while Brian wove his way through Orlando toward the airport.
We still had to deal with the ticket counter to pick up our
boarding passes, and that small delay nearly made us miss our
plane. My relief at making the flight turned to near-panic as I
followed Brian up the jetway, visions of turboprops and seaplanes
dancing in my head. Key West is about the size of a postage stamp,
and I wasn’t sure the airport could handle jumbo-jets. My panic
faded as we stepped onto the plane; we were flying to Key West on
the airborne equivalent of a VW Bug, but at least it didn't have
pontoons or propellers.
    The boys had sprung for business class seats,
the closest thing the baby jet had to first class. A glance back
into economy, and I knew it was a good thing. I'd have felt a
little cramped in those seats, but London-the-giant would've been
riding with his knees against his forehead. Brian took a seat next
to a grey-haired man who looked like the CEO of somewhere
important. London and I were in the row behind them.
    "You want the window?" London asked.
    If we'd been stuck in steerage, I might have
taken the window seat to give him the extra legroom. I'm nice like
that. But I figured he'd be okay in these roomier seats, especially
since we'd be on the ground in Key West in about an hour.
    "It's all yours," I told him, and he didn't
protest.
    The flying Bug began to taxi before I'd even
gotten my safety belt fastened. We hit a bump, and I grabbed for
the armrest. I made myself let go, forced myself to breathe and
relax. We were still on the ground, still just driving around the
airport toward the runway. There'd be plenty of