![]() ![]() ![]() I’d figured all along I could have finished my three-mile run instead of cutting it short, but I preferred to be the man in control of his ship instead of the one slamming into an iceberg. He was well worth the seven figures I paid him. I’m on my way down there now to make sure there are no delays.” Tests are slated to start in thirty minutes. “Yes, they arrived a while ago and have passed through security. I reached for my sunglasses and noticed movement in the water near the beach. The sun had risen high enough in the sky that spots appeared in front of my eyes whenever I blinked. Fortunately, Michael shared my impatience with preamble. “Good morning, Michael.” After acknowledging my call, he asked what I wanted done. I had phone and Internet access and if urgent business came up, the flight to Tucson in my private jet barely exceeded an hour. He and my office manager, Jocelyn, kept Gallero Avionics running whenever I escaped to my Cabo San Lucas villa. I downed a cup of potent Columbian coffee before calling my chief engineer. Even in January, temperatures tended toward balmy. Brilliant red clouds, bloated with rain, billowed in the pastel sky and fiery orange light danced across the sea. The sky glowed red with promise before the sun peeked above the horizon of choppy sea. ![]() The Sea of Cortez, usually glassy calm in the morning, was a mire of waves hooded in white. ![]() The sailor-take-warning weather put my senses on high alert-the sea air smelled like salt and fresh rain. ![]()
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