Chapter 8
Operating on autopilot while he did his best to ignore the aching, empty feeling inside, Jon herded the big SUV down the highway to Phoenix, turned it in at the airport rental yard, and took the shuttle to Sky Harbor to catch his flight. He’d timed things perfectly from long practice and in an hour lifted off for LA, the first leg of his journey to his next adventure.
He’d only been to the Himalayas once and the greater part of the trip had been aborted due to bad weather conditions. He ought to be as excited as if he was going to the moon, but all he could feel was tired, almost bored, and yeah, lonely. He must have picked up a bug somewhere along the line. It was the only explanation he could allow.
After a quick detour out to his place—he never thought of it as home, but si
