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want me to lie to you? I came up here because I thought you'd rather hear it
from me. You were drinking. You wrecked a million dollars' worth of SeaTac's
equipment in addition to the plane. You're lucky you're not dead."
"Jake, look at me."
Jake dropped the paper to his lap and sighed. "What?"
"Am I going to jail?"
"I've got to go, man." Jake stood. "You heal up." He turned to leave the
room.
"Jake!"
Jake Skye stopped and looked over his shoulder. Tucker could see the
disappointment in his friend's eyes.
"What were you thinking?" Jake said.
"She talked me into it. I knew it wasn't a good idea, but she was
persistent."
Jake came to the side of the bed and leaned in close. "Tucker, what's it
take for you to get it? Listen close now, buddy, because this is your last
lesson, okay? I'm out of a job because of you. You've got to make your own
decisions. You can't let someone else always tell you what to do. You have to
take some responsibility."
"I can't believe I'm hearing this from you. You're the one who got me
into this business."
"Exactly. You're thirty years old, man. You have to start thinking for
yourself. And with your head, not your dick."
Tucker looked at the bandages in his lap. "I'm sorry. It all got out of
hand. It was like flying on autopilot. I didn't mean to..."
"Time to take the controls, buddy."
"Jake, something weird happened during the crash. I'm not sure if it was
a hallucination or what. There was someone else in the cockpit."
"You mean besides the whore?"
"Yeah, just for a second, there was a guy in the copilot seat. He talked
to me. Then he disappeared."
Jake sighed. "There's no insanity plea for crashing a plane, Tuck. You
lost a lot of blood."
"This was before I got hurt. While the plane was still skidding.
"Here." Jake tucked a silver flask under Tuck's pillow and punched him in
the shoulder. "I'll call you, man." He turned and walked away.
Tuck called after him, "What if it was an angel or something?"
"Then you're in the Enquirer next week too," Jake said from the door.
"Get some sleep."


4

Pinnacle of the Pink Pyramid

A low buzz of anticipation ran through the halls of the hospital.
Reporters checked the batteries in their microrecorders and cell phones.
Orderlies and nurses lingered in the hallways in hope of getting a glimpse of
the celebrity. The FAA men straightened their ties and shot their cuffs. One
receptionist in administration, who was only two distributorships away from