Beauregard.
It might speak volumes of my weakness, that I didn't argue when Javier changed my loosely thought-out plan. It didn't surpass me that his plan was meticulously thought of. Especially down to him handing me a syringe filled with tranquilizer under the table mid-way through the stressful dinner. When Beatrice ran to the bathroom obviously suffering a panic attack, I wanted to stall the plans. Do them later. Perhaps the next morning. But Javier pushed the plans, taking control and all I had to do was follow.
By the time I had my sister unconscious the first stage of the new plan was in play. Javier had Abby in my car with a driver and a separate car in the alley out back waiting for me and my sister. The second car had instructions to drop me and my sister off at the airstrip w
