Chapter Nine
HARLIE
Bass pounding in time with my heartbeat and nothing but cornflower blue skies streaked with cirrus clouds on the horizon. Just the first plane I flew solo a lifetime ago and me. All my problems remained rooted to the ground, held in place by gravity, unable to follow or reach these highs. And the watchers, they couldn’t see a thing when I’m up in the ozone. The one place I could relax, let go, and simply be. With zero earthly distractions, I did my best thinking in the air.
How wonderful it would be to just keep going, no destination in mind. Fly off into the sunset, never look back, forget everything and disappear. Go somewhere no one even knew my name.
But I couldn’t do that. Not yet. I wouldn’t let Viper go without discovering who he really was, what the f**k hap
