The aircraft drifted. Shapiro watched the slab. There was a terrible hum emanating from it—as if it might explode. And it looked as though it were turning ... yes ... rotating—
It opened suddenly. White light flooded his cockpit.
It was blinding, beautiful. Shapiro laughed.
Everything was clear, now. There was no cause for fear. He had only to accept the light, to embrace it ...
To fly into it, so he could be redeemed.
His watch beeped suddenly; it was 9:00. The Sting Ray, now directly below him, exploded.
And while he gazed transfixed at Heaven—Hell dragged him down. Crushing him with its fiery fingers.
XI | The Return
Jan gasped, covering her mouth, as the helicopter fell into the flames. She’d escaped the car through the passenger door, only seconds before the explosion. Now she
