Stanley was settled into his seat, wearing a pink polo shirt and white pants. He’d been making calls to set everything in motion. They’d left from Stanley’s office directly to the airport and were almost to Lexington. The PI he’d hired was waiting for them and they were less than forty-five minutes out. “You owe me a tee time at Audubon,” Stanley groused. “And for fuck’s sake, sit down! I’m more likely to get motion sick watching you pace than from the turbulence!” “Fine,” Vincent snapped and took his seat. He was still tense, leaning forward, ready to spring. Being confined when his whole world was falling apart made him crazy. “Do you have the photo?” Stanley asked. Vincent dug it from his pocket and handed it over. “It was dropped off early this morning, gift wrapped. Not mailed. It was in a frame but it busted when Ophelia threw it at me.” “That’s a good sign,”
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