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His sleuthing partner was busy at work, going over all sorts of evidence from the murder they were going to investigate. Benoit had some parts of the assigned detective’s case file emailed over at the request of the family. Honestly, Din didn’t think a very public airplane was the place to crack open a file with those sorts of pictures. Brown eyes flickered over to the stranger sitting at the window seat who looked rather nervous. How could he blame him. Din elbowed Benoit softly, finally speaking up after his usual silence. “Is that really necessary? Also, if we ever ride coach again, I will shoot you,” he threatened half-heartedly before they shook with some light turbulence.