Chapter 101: Summer
Sunlight glinted through the first-class window of the 777, momentarily blinding Shasta Pyke as the oversized tin can banked towards the west on its final approach to Toronto Pearson International Airport. She frowned, lowering her tortoise shell Prada cat eye sunglasses, then pulled down the shade out of spite. She had no desire to see Toronto. It wasn't her final destination anyway.
She huffed and glanced to her right. Eddie grinned at her like a used car salesman at a discount lot. "How ya doin', kiddo?"
She hated when he called her that. Eddie had been a fixture in her life for as long as she could remember, a sort of surrogate father, if your father were a shark in a designer suit who lived for martini lunches and killer deals. It was he who had arranged
