A coma? What was he supposed to do now? He had no money, and Dr. Masterson had given him only twenty-four more hours to get the blueprints. How on earth Dr. Masterson had figured out that the blueprints were fake was beyond him. He’d asked, but had received nothing but a dismissive annoyed response. “I need you to go back and get Arizona,” he snapped at Stan. “No way. I’ve done what I was sent here to do. I’m not bringing Arizona back here again. Find someone else.” “I won’t pay you,” warned Raj. He’d promised Stan half of the money if he’d help him out with Arizona. Stan burst into laughter and shook his head. Then he faded and disappeared. “Come back!” Raj yelled. But it was too late. He kicked the salmon-colored sand with as much force as he could muster and then slumped down. It was over. He looked out to the horizon. This was what he wanted to wake up to and go to sleep to every day for the rest of his life. He wanted to enjoy this view from the dream mansion he had selected from the numerous properties he’d visited with the realtor.
