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JFK Airport
New York, NY
     
    “Thank you, have a good day.” Judith smiled brightly to each passenger that passed her as they made their way down the aisle, through first class and out of the door to the plane. “Thank you, bye now.” She repeated like a broken record. It was routine, something she had done at the end of every flight for fifteen years.
    People shuffled though. She just wanted them to hurry. They fidgeted with their carry-on luggage. That annoyed her. She remembered the days when carry-on luggage was a small bag. Not a weeks’ worth of clothes stuffed into a bag that would fit into an overhead compartment.
    It was a long flight from London. An overnight flight and Judith was fortunate enough to have first class. A few of the people were from a fashion group. They were separated from the rest of the party and had to take different planes.
    They were fun, not snobbish like Judith thought they’d be. Especially the famous designer, Rico Dilucco. She was pleasantly surprised by how nice he was. Then again, Rico wasn’t feeling well. He was battling a cold and asked to sit in the last row of first class so as not to bother anyone.
    He downed some cold medicine with a glass of champagne, asked for a pillow and blanket and curled up in a sideways position in the back seat.
    The medicine worked nicely and he stopped coughing, finally getting some rest.
    But where was he? Judith didn’t notice him passing her. It wasn’t until the last passenger was off the flight that she noticed he was lying across the seats and was still sleeping. He was hidden beneath the blanket.
    “Mr. Dilucco,” she called and walked back to him. “We’ve landed. Are you ok?”
    He didn’t respond.
    “Mr. Dilucco?” She reached down to shake him and her hand grazed across his face.
    Wet.
    She lifted her hand and saw the blood that smeared across her fingertips. She didn’t panic, she was concerned and Judith reached down for the blanket. As she pulled it back, she saw the blood not only on his ears but rolling down from his eyes.
    Horrified, she backed up. She raced to call for help.
    Clearly, Rico Dilucco had passed away sometime in the last few hours of that intercontinental flight from Paris to New York.
    Passed away and no one noticed.

Chapter 2
Cleveland, OH
     
    There were a lot of titles to his job, refuse collector, sanitation worker, garbage man … none of which were a title he wanted, but it paid the bills and was a decent living, despite the fact he would have preferred to smell better at the end of the day.
    But he was working on the road to his dream.
    Born Raymond Walter Nee, he developed his nickname when his little brother, like in the movie ‘Rain Man’ could not pronounce his name and called him ‘Rain’ instead of Ray. The nick name stayed, and because it was a variation of his given name, he forever went by ‘Rayne’.
    Rayne was a big man, hulking in size and build. His ethnicity of Polynesian and Puerto Rican gave him a darker complexion, and his thick black hair, which he kept at a longer length hung down past his shoulders.
    Everything about his look, from his physique to his finely trimmed goatee, was for the picture perfect image he needed in pursuit of his dream. That, of course, wasn’t lifting trash.
    He wanted to be a professional wrestler.
    Since he was six, that was all he thought about. Then as his little brother got older, he jumped on the wrestling band wagon as well. They both had wild visions of being tag-team champions. As teenagers, the huge brothers used to jump off the detached garage in the backyard, performing feats of ‘shock and awe’ as they called it.
    At the very least they would be stuntmen in Hollywood. Neither had any fear and they could take a fall.
    Then when Rayne’s little brother Billy was seventeen, he was struck by a car and killed. It was one stunt in which he was fallible. It destroyed Rayne. Every part of him was defined by being