Chapter 5
The flight on Turkish Airlines from Los Angeles International to Istanbul Havalimani would take thirteen hours, longer than Harry remembered he’d ever had his a*s in a chair at one sitting. Throughout his career, he’d worked in an office, mostly in front of computers since the eighties, but he’d always made it a habit of getting up and walking around, even going off on errands if he got tired or bored. Now he feared his hemorrhoids would start to itch, and that would be no way to start a vacation. Still, he was happy they weren’t flying directly to Nairobi, which would have meant no less than twenty-two hours in the air.
At no point did Harry want to fret the details of their itinerary. That’s how Aldo was earning his fee. But occasionally Harry would give himself permission to
