The Teterboro airstrip was a desolate stretch of asphalt under a bruised, purple sky that looked like a fresh wound. Rain began to fall thin, cold, and relentless slicking the runway until it looked like a sheet of black oil. I pulled the SUV to a screeching halt in front of Hangar 4, my heart hammering against my ribs with such force I thought it might shatter. The Gulfstream’s engines were already whining, a high-pitched scream that promised a clean break from the smoking wreckage of New York.
“Caleb!” I shouted, my voice cracking as I unbuckled Toby from his seat.
“Over here, El!” Caleb appeared from the shadows of the massive wing, his face still bruised and swollen, but his eyes were bright with the frantic, electric energy of a man who had just set the world on fire. “The flight pl
