Grace:
We drove to the airport, then boarded the jet. Izzi had traced the stationary to a printing company in Utah. Eli sat next to me on the jet. His fingers tapped with anticipation on his lap and on the tray table in front of him. Without thinking I reached over and grasped his hand, entwining our fingers. He glanced down at our hands and back up at my dad who was watching us questioningly before turning back to whatever Cammi was talking to him about. She seemed to have grabbed his attention when he first walked in. It was like he knew everything there was to know about Eli's family. Stuff it seemed Eli didn't even know. I still was slightly confused as to how Cammi fit into this whole equation. She was young and yes, she was freakishly good at martial arts that didn't really mean any
