Chapter 11

“Here are your tickets, Mr. Weathers. Now when you get on that plane, you order a really big drink, and then you take yourself a nap. Sleep is a good healer. When you get to South Korea, you look at everything you see, and you try not to remember this place for a long time. Okay, baby?”

“Thank you,” David said.

When he got on the plane, he followed the woman’s advice. Originally, when he had thought about it, David had wanted to order mimosas. One for him, one for Jared. He had pictured it as a morning drink, something you drank to celebrate starting your new day. It was late now though, and his day hadn’t turned out like he had hoped. Kamikaze? No, that would only remind him of last night.

“Could I get a Martini?” David asked the flight attendant. “Lots of liquor. You can skip the olives.”

“Scared of flying?” the bubbly flight attendant asked.

“Something like that. Perhaps you should keep ‘em coming.”