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be enough?” Gavin asked.
    Peterson opened his eyes. From the moment we were in flight he’d shut his eyes. Apparently he was afraid of flights. I would have made jokes about it, but it wasn’t the time.
    “It depends on the laws in Philadelphia. But we can definitely check that out. Only after we get off of this fucking flight.” His hands were clenched to the seat belt.
    “Do you know every flight has a forty-five percent chance of crashing on sea or land?” Gavin whispered near him.
    “What?” Peterson shouted. Everyone around us started looking at us.
    “Yes, now go back to your meditation.”
    “Who told you that? Is that official?” Peterson freaked out. His face changed colors pretty quickly.
    I was in agony, but looking at his face, I forgot my tension.
    “It’s real,” I said, adding to Gavin’s lie.
    “No, you two are bluffing. Aren’t you?” His eyes were widened in fear. I was afraid he would puke if we didn’t stop.
    “You can think that. But the truth will remain.” Gavin smirked at him.
    Peterson called a flight attendant. A pretty girl came hurrying.
    “Miss Becky.”Peterson read her name tag.
    “Yes, sir. What can I do for you?”Becky smiled professionally.
    “Is it official?” Peterson wiped the sweat on his forehead.
    “What?” She was confused.
    “That every flight has forty-five percent chance of crashing.” Peterson tried to keep his voice low, but a passenger could hear him. His attention was fixed on Peterson and the attendant now.
    “No, that’s not true at all. Somebody gave you wrong information, sir. We have less than fraction of a chance of crashing anywhere. “ She smiled at him, showing how foolish he was. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”
    “No, thanks.” Peterson was looking at Gavin now, with fiery eyes.
    The moment that attendant was gone, he punched Gavin on his shoulder. “You jerk.” And then he closed his eyes again.
    Gavin chuckled out loud, and I joined him.
                                                                         
     
     

 
    Chapter 14
     
    Tristan
     
    Adrenaline in my body was at high. My breath was controlled and my heart was pumping the blood to my legs. We were running behind him. He was almost within. My fingers closed in a fist; he was going to get what he was due. Surprisingly, Gavin was closer to him. He was a runner, after all. In one moment, Gavin jumped on him, extending his hands to grab his shoulders. The next moment, he hit the ground hard and Gavin landed on him perfectly. That was a nice jump.
    I stopped; my chest was moving up and down fast. The air surrounding me was heated. A drop of sweat was frozen on my nose, before it dropped on the ground. I grabbed his jacket and flipped his mouth.
    It was the face of evil for me and Nikki. He’d made Nikki suffer a lot. My hand moved automatically and went straight to his face as a punch, crushing his nose on the way. I could feel the hot blood touching my skin. But that was nothing; I was going to kill him right there.
    Peterson pulled me off of him.
    “Don’t be stupid, Tristan. I know you are angry, but have some patience and let me ask him some questions first.” Gavin frowned at me.
    I scowled at that bastard, Gerome. I wanted to kill him, but knowing the whereabouts of the money was essential, too. I closed my eyes for a second.
    It had been a busy day. The moment we’d stepped out in Philadelphia, we had been searching for this bastard. Place after place, we searched for him. The contact of Gavin gave us his current whereabouts, but when we reached that place he was already gone. It had happened three times in a row, but this time we found him.
    But when we found him, going inside a hotel, he saw us and started running. We had to chase him and give him the beating of his life. He ran fast, but he couldn’t outrun three of us.
    I looked at him; he was panting with a bleeding nose.