Ben Hansen
"Bastards? You must be thinking of our identical twin brothers," Ben said in a nasal accent.
"Shut up, you freaking moron," Grace replied. "You set me up, and I'm going to do something about it."
"Like what?" Hugh asked. "You don't really have time to do anything particularly painful."
"Oh, I'm not going to do it right now," she replied. "I'm going to wait. And every time you think to yourself, does this taste funny? I will have put poison in it. Every time you think, is that shadow a person? The answer will be yes! Every thing you perceive as a possible danger will be one, and I will be responsible."
And then she was gone.
"Do you think that should go on the list?" Hugh asked Ben.
"Yeah, probably," Ben replied. "Bugger, I sprained my ankle."
Hugh, ignoring him, pulled a massive piece of paper and a pen from his pocket. Unfolding the paper, he added Grace's name to the end of a long list, beginning with the words "If Ben and me die, one of these people may be responsible."
"I can't believe you brought that on vacation," Ben remarked.
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