Chapter 11

It did not. It’s how he met whatshisname, that bastard who’d been his first and only lover, and who had just dumped him.

He felt vaguely responsible for the plane crash, but logically he knew he wasn’t. He rode in the back of his supercar (take that, you cheap-ass slut ex-boyfriend!) holding this—boy, really, though Jack was an adult, holding this boy in his arms, and felt the same tenderness flood over him that he had felt in the plane, when he’d first seen him sitting in coach beside that old lady, talking to her and making nice. And when that old doctor in the fishing hat, well that old ghost in the fishing hat, had handed Jack to him to take to safety, the look in the old man’s eyes, and the way he nodded at him, just seemed to say, this man needs you; this—boy—belongs to you. And will be with you; it’s only a matter of time. 3: Meanwhile, Back at Headquarters