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I was flying

It’s what I did these days when I want to think - and apparently, I was one of the feho could

Luckythe beaches, idly following the curving shore It was hours before h to sleepbut not so exhausted that I had to sleep The ht, but not my natural - or unnatural - sleep patterns My body still craved sleep during the day, happily doing so until sunrise if I would let it Two kids and a full-time job, unfortunately, wouldn’t

I flew five hundred feet above the crashing surf The beaches were e with a little squirt of a dog A little red dog Yes, ht and in this foruely fa stopped and barked At me The little shit The one I s the cocky son-of-a-bitch

The ocean rippled and sparkled, reflecting whatever a would never be the same Our relationship would never be the same Hanner had plans for him, I was sure But she could shove her plans up her pale ass

We’d see about her plans

Was Fang’s and mine a true friendship? Perhaps, perhaps not I liked to believe it was I liked to believe he cared for me beyond what I was

I had not yet ’s request Truth be known, I was afraid of ould happen once I did I was afraid for our relationship, for him, for the world Of course, Detective Hanner had ’s relationship towas no puppet Hanner was in for a surprise Unless, somehow, the two of them had made a pact Perhaps he had sold his soul, so to speak, to become that which hemy own decision Perhaps had I honored his request, he would not be bound to Hanner

Was Hanner so bad? I didn’t know Not yet

But one thing was sure: I would be there for Fang, for whatever reason, at any ti to need my help

Or perhaps not

After all, he had Hanner now

With a heavy heart, I turned to starboard, dipping one wing and raising the other, and headed over the million-dollar homes and back toward Fullerton