Chapter 1
Rich would have sworn the last thirty years of his life never happened. The south Florida night air was warm and perfectly humid even in December, the breeze caressing his face and arms. He’d long ago shed the jacket and button-up shirt he’d worn on the flight, leaving him in a black t-shirt and khakis.
The group of drummers surrounding him looked like a random collection of college kids like he’d been back then. Nothing seemed to link them besides sitting in a loose circle under the palm trees and stars and miles of holiday lights.
Yet the sound they created together drilled into Rich’s flesh and bones, effortlessly hijacking the rhythm of his heart.
Holiday lights strung through the palm trees and over bushes that still held their shiny green leaves had seemed so strange to
