Top of the line,” Hex said motioning to a big private jet as we all dismounted the faded brown loaner truck. “It’s in a class of its own, really.”“Cool,” I said. I didn’t have a clue about aircraft. Nor did I have much desire to have a clue about aircraft. All I knew was that it looked very fast and very expensive, as if it had come from a world that existed for some people in reality, and for people like me only in storybooks. That my world was beginning to overlap that world was pure thrill for me.I cast an excited look at Michael, who smiled at me. “Dude, this is unbelievable!” I sounded dorky, but then who cared? I watched as another guy, who was evidently a member of the crew, took our bags and loaded them. That is, except for Kim’s new kiddiebag, which she wore over both shoulders and from which she refused to be separated.“That’s my co-pilot, Bishop. He’s a Zulu man, very good at what he does.”“Howzit!” he greeted us from a distance over the din of the idling jet engines.Hex stood at the base of the ladder and motioned us toward him.
