Kelsey and I share a long couch in the primary cabin of the plane.
She's fast asleep on the other side, resting her head on a pillow that's positioned against the arm of the couch. Whilst I vociferously read offline articles on Grayson, media coverage of his death. We've been in the air for about ten hours and all I've been doing is reading and re-reading the same concocted lie. The media are feeding the public a story that Grayson Adler was shot and killed in his home during a burglary gone wrong—nevermind how they bypassed Governor Adler's sophisticated security system and the war-band of guards patrolling his estate. However, I suppose it is a palatable lie compared to the unfathomable truth.
