That is directly across from this guy Harris’s room.”
“Shit!” Sergey exclaimed, “Find out what the hell he’s doing there. It must have something to do with Veronika’s death. Don’t let him get away, Petrov. I want information, and I want it now, do you understand?”
“I will find out,” Petrov replied.
Petrov heard the click on the phone as Sergey hung up. He momentarily thought of luring the redhead to his room and forcing some sex, but that had to wait.
Petrov figured that he would postpone his trip to Lookout Mountain and concentrate on watching Bo Lopez for a while. After a quick breakfast at the lobby buffet, he walked to the parking lot of the hotel. He swiftly located the SUV that Sergey had described and moved his Camry to a good vantage point two rows behind it. He sat in his car and waited for Bo to come out of the hotel. Petrov was a remarkably patient man.
Chapter 27
The airplane window framed the clouds; their freeform shapes accommodated my wishes, my dreams. They were simply what I wanted them to be. As in life, they were illusions of stability, with no substance or base, just empty air. Perception is reality, and at this time I perceived the beauty of Leah’s face. However, as in viewing the other wonders in life, the experience crystallized thought.
The pale blue thought on this lonely airplane trip was the thought of Leah and our love for each other. As the clouds violated the purity of the sky, the thought of Leah pleasantly violated my peace of mind. I wondered how the essence of one human being got into another. How that essence interrupts thoughts. How it constantly lingers on the edge of consciousness, never needing an invitation to be remembered. One’s essence can only enter if freely given and freely received—without demands or expectations—only unconditional mutual trust.
That part of Leah that she gave me freely is mine. I have placed it behind the protective wall in my mind. It has free access to my thoughts and dreams and feels natural in its hiding place.
I gazed out the airplane window again and saw that the clouds had scattered, revealing the clarity of the earth—the real world. There are people down there who work, feel pain, love, fear, and happiness.
Up here, at thirty-thousand feet, gliding effortlessly through the sky is just me, Leah’s essence, and the clouds—feeling good and wishing the time away—until her essence is her and her smile is real and the world stands still.
Suddenly, the plane veered left and vibrated. Passengers screamed as shots were fired and the plane dropped violently. I looked up from my day-dreaming and saw a lone gunman, raging down the aisle toward me. He was firing his handgun randomly, hitting innocent people causing their heads to explode with sprays of blood and brains. It’s was very evident that he was coming for me in his rage. His eyes were bloodshot and glaring at me as he relentlessly ran toward me, firing his gun at will.
I recognized the angry face immediately and tears filled my eyes. It was my father coming to kill me. I cried out, “Daddy, Why are you trying to kill me? You’re my daddy. You’re supposed to help me!”
My screams awoke me, and I abruptly sat up rubbing the sweat and tears from my face. I knew that the nightmares and hallucinating were caused by the pain from my snake-bit leg and the lack of food and water. Keeping my mind focused and keeping my sanity was going to be a challenge.
A loud chirping noise drew my attention toward the center of the cave where I had placed the cocaine-laced sausages. Three rats were convulsing and thrashing wildly. The sausages were gone and apparently the cocaine they ingested was affecting their nervous systems. One by one the chirping and squealing stopped, and they lay motionless. I don’t know how much time had passed since they ate the food, as I was asleep, but the first part of my plan had worked. I had three dead rats full of cocaine
“Shit!” Sergey exclaimed, “Find out what the hell he’s doing there. It must have something to do with Veronika’s death. Don’t let him get away, Petrov. I want information, and I want it now, do you understand?”
“I will find out,” Petrov replied.
Petrov heard the click on the phone as Sergey hung up. He momentarily thought of luring the redhead to his room and forcing some sex, but that had to wait.
Petrov figured that he would postpone his trip to Lookout Mountain and concentrate on watching Bo Lopez for a while. After a quick breakfast at the lobby buffet, he walked to the parking lot of the hotel. He swiftly located the SUV that Sergey had described and moved his Camry to a good vantage point two rows behind it. He sat in his car and waited for Bo to come out of the hotel. Petrov was a remarkably patient man.
Chapter 27
The airplane window framed the clouds; their freeform shapes accommodated my wishes, my dreams. They were simply what I wanted them to be. As in life, they were illusions of stability, with no substance or base, just empty air. Perception is reality, and at this time I perceived the beauty of Leah’s face. However, as in viewing the other wonders in life, the experience crystallized thought.
The pale blue thought on this lonely airplane trip was the thought of Leah and our love for each other. As the clouds violated the purity of the sky, the thought of Leah pleasantly violated my peace of mind. I wondered how the essence of one human being got into another. How that essence interrupts thoughts. How it constantly lingers on the edge of consciousness, never needing an invitation to be remembered. One’s essence can only enter if freely given and freely received—without demands or expectations—only unconditional mutual trust.
That part of Leah that she gave me freely is mine. I have placed it behind the protective wall in my mind. It has free access to my thoughts and dreams and feels natural in its hiding place.
I gazed out the airplane window again and saw that the clouds had scattered, revealing the clarity of the earth—the real world. There are people down there who work, feel pain, love, fear, and happiness.
Up here, at thirty-thousand feet, gliding effortlessly through the sky is just me, Leah’s essence, and the clouds—feeling good and wishing the time away—until her essence is her and her smile is real and the world stands still.
Suddenly, the plane veered left and vibrated. Passengers screamed as shots were fired and the plane dropped violently. I looked up from my day-dreaming and saw a lone gunman, raging down the aisle toward me. He was firing his handgun randomly, hitting innocent people causing their heads to explode with sprays of blood and brains. It’s was very evident that he was coming for me in his rage. His eyes were bloodshot and glaring at me as he relentlessly ran toward me, firing his gun at will.
I recognized the angry face immediately and tears filled my eyes. It was my father coming to kill me. I cried out, “Daddy, Why are you trying to kill me? You’re my daddy. You’re supposed to help me!”
My screams awoke me, and I abruptly sat up rubbing the sweat and tears from my face. I knew that the nightmares and hallucinating were caused by the pain from my snake-bit leg and the lack of food and water. Keeping my mind focused and keeping my sanity was going to be a challenge.
A loud chirping noise drew my attention toward the center of the cave where I had placed the cocaine-laced sausages. Three rats were convulsing and thrashing wildly. The sausages were gone and apparently the cocaine they ingested was affecting their nervous systems. One by one the chirping and squealing stopped, and they lay motionless. I don’t know how much time had passed since they ate the food, as I was asleep, but the first part of my plan had worked. I had three dead rats full of cocaine
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