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Detective Ryan knew what a P.J. was. He had been listening to the call as he was visiting Henry's home, where Hanna and Avery were staying now. He rubbed his hands together. "Avery, we need a passport and driver's license. You're going on a PJ, a "private jet" to Nevada." Avery sadly cut her long blond hair, she dyed it purple. She had purchased several pair of uniform scrubs. She was trying to look edgy. Hanna watched her. She was almost fully recovered, thanks to Jesse's blood donation. She quit her job. She only focused on finding Adam now. She twisted Adam's engagement ring in her fingers, she wore it on a chain around her neck. She had worn that ring ever since Avery had handed it back to her, she never took it off. Avery had found it in the envelope that she had retri