As it happened, Jack and Tara's plane was the same one Caleb was on. Jack offered to let the two sit together, and he would sit in Caleb's seat a few seats behind their original ones. That gave him a few more hours to work on his project. Hopefully by the time the plane landed, he would have a pretty good idea of what exactly he was doing. Now he just needed the time…
Next to Jack, there was a young boy, about 12. He looked at Jack's notebook.
"YOU DEAF YOU?" he signed after seeing some of the things written down.
Jacked looked at the boy. "NO, MY FRIEND."
The boy nodded. "MY NAME C-H-R-I-S. ME GO TO MY DAD HOUSE IN VA."
Jack smiled. "YOU EXCITED YOU?"
Chris nodded and smiled. "ME DON'T SEE HIM OFTEN. GOOD TO SEE HIM."
Jack nodded. "ME DON'T SEE MY FAMILY ME TOO. THEY LIVE IN WI. ME LIVE IN DC."
All throughout the trip, Jack and Chris carried on a conversation. A few of the passengers were a bit confused and curious as to what was going on, but for the two of them, it was helpful in their own ways. For Chris, it helped him in his loneliness of traveling thousands of miles with people he didn't know, and people who didn't speak his language, and for Jack, it helped remind him that he was going to see Sue very soon.
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That morning, Sue went to see Grace again, who was still at the police station. Once in the room where she was, and got her attention, she waved hello.
Grace looked a bit confused why Sue was back.
"ME WANT TO SEE HOW YOU." Sue replied to the confused look.
"OK." Grace replied, looking back down at the book she was reading at the table in the room.
Sue sat down across from Grace. She looked up from her book at the movement.
"WHAT ABOUT LETTER?"
Grace jerked her head down back at her book, disregarding the question.
Sue tapped the table to get her attention. Grace looked up, hurt in her eyes. Sue gave her a comforting look back.
Finally, Grace signed, "IF ME TELL YOU, YOU HURT."
"NO." Sue determinedly signed. "YOU DON'T TELL ME, YOU HURT."
They both determinedly stared at each other.
"INSIDE LETTER WHAT?" Sue finally asked.
After a few moments, Grace finally moved from her staring position, and reached inside her pants pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper and handed it to Sue.
Sue reached over to take it, unfolded it, and read the typewritten note.
It said;
No money, you're dead.
Tell anyone, and your double dead.
That was it.
"THIS FOR YOU?" Sue asked, unsure exactly what it meant.
"THIS IN MAIL BOX. NO NAME."
Sue frowned at it. It didn't really make sense.
"ME SAVE THIS OK?" Sue asked. Grace shrugged. Her secret was out, no use hiding it anymore.
Sue sadly smiled at her as she got up. Once out of the room, she went to find the detective on the case. Once she found him, she said; "Grace gave me this. She said this was in her mailbox last week. She was terrified when she received it, and I think this is why she's so afraid to tell us anything. Sorry, some of my fingerprints are on it, I didn't have anything to hold it in."
The detective grabbed a handkerchief and read the note. First he frowned, then a look of recognition passed over his face. He ran over to his desk, and rustled some papers. He then came back over to Sue.
"Thank you. I think you may have just broken the case."
Sue smiled in response. She knew she was going to get a good night's sleep tonight.