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They worked in silence as they cleaned up the hangar. Richie caught sight of his reflection in one of the pickup truck’s mirrors. Black and blue was already spreading along the side of his face and a deep ache had formed behind it. His left shoulder hurt like mad every time he twisted to that side.
Chad sported a black eye and a split lip. His distinct limp had worsened with the effort of cleaning up the hangar. Only Duane had stayed to help them. Kyle and Carla had taken the 4runner to fetch their own gear from the hotel.
When they finally finished reorganizing the tools and spares and had loaded them on the plane, they took the beater pickup to fetch their own gear. He and Chad took the front; Duane sat in the back of the crew cab. The pressure of the silence built though it was a
