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Rafe

Kell's mini-jet was sleepy sounding, like a big tiger purring. I saw him in the dark checking things underneath it. He shined his flashlight in my eyes.

"I fired the flying waitress, so you'll have to serve your own beverages." He called in that funny accent he feigned occasionally. "Matthew and Marshall are inside already."

I traversed the steps nearly silently. In the cockpit, a guy who was not either Matthew or Marshall, and who I had not been expecting was checking flight things I didn't know a damn thing about. He turned and gave me a grin and the okay sign.

I knew it was one of the seps, but wasn't sure which one. They didn't all look that much alike, but they were brothers, and all the same age and height and weight, and damn, they did look too much alike. I eliminated Parker, since I knew him pretty well.

"Fallon." He leaned over his seat to shake my hand.

I licked my lips. Kell had not mentioned Fallon the Clown coming.

I was about to ask him about something, when Marshall, in Spanish asked about the necklace and the charms.

"Yes, I was able to procure several different variations. But I'm thinking if it's the key to the safe, I'm screwed." I found a seat near Marshall and shook hands with him and Matthew Lawrence, my brother-in-law. Hell, they were all my brother-in-law's.

Kell came up the stairs and closed the door behind him, checking it twice, and then he strapped himself into the cockpit. He wasn't planning to say anything. The plane literally began to roll backward.

"We'll know soon enough," Matthew said easily, with that gamin grin he used in a lot of his movies. Yeah, this guy was an actor as well as half the Mann in-law's. He was taller than me, with dark curly blondish hair, and a long pointed face, eyes that could truly be called blue/green, fringed in thick blonde lashes. He'd recently been in some car commercials. The guy was debonair. He exuded the typical charisma I'd become acquainted with in my famous brother-in-laws. "If one of yours isn't the one, I've got a list of jewelers in Mexico City. We'll find the match." He held up his hand and in it was something gray and round. He tossed it to me.

I realized it was some kind of putty. He was going to make a press of it apparently. Would that work?

"Did you show it to Felicity?"

"Had to--- I had to take hers, again, and give her another fake. The charms are pretty distinguished by now. I had to get all of them ----." I was rambling nervously. They all looked at me with interest, and the words died on my lips.

Kell instructed us to get buckled up.

The next seven hours would be spent forming the plan, and getting to know each other. I settled back as the plane took off, heading south. 

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