Clean and showered for the third time in twenty-four hours, wearing ripped jeans and a light sweater from my suitcase as well as a comfortable pair of ankle boots, I was ready to get out of the flying mansion. I hadn't rewashed my hair, but the style from before was gone, transformed to a low braid and my makeup was minimal. Mr. Sparrow's diamonds and necklace were back in their box.
A knock came on the bedroom door. “Ms. Hawkins?"
When I opened the door, I found Jana. We were about to land, and I needed to take a seat with a seat belt. As I entered the cabin area, voices seeped from the round-table area; however, with the partitions shut, the meaning of their words was muffled and undistinguishable. Though the content was out of my reach, the tone wasn't. Whatever caused Patrick to int
