Connor groaned and tried to sit up. “Easy, fella,” Reyes said. “We’re almost there.”“What’s happening?”“We’re headed back to Sam Thong. They’re going to fix your leg.”Connor was awake but his mind was still wandering in his opium-fueled dreams. “Where’s Magdalena?”“You’ll see her very soon.”“When we get to Saigon?”“Yeah, she’ll be there then.”“We had a fight before I left.”“Everybody has fights,” Reyes said, just wishing Connor would sleep, bird-dogging to look out of Bear’s cockpit, wondering how far before they reached Sam Thong.There was just the endless canopy of green down there. They were flying low, barely skimming the treetops on the ridges, occasionally he could make out a poppy field blazing in the sun. “Did I ever tell you how I met her?”“She published your books.”“It was at a publisher’s party. Before that we’d just spoken on the phone, just about editing, that was all. Then when I met her, I just couldn’t take my eyes off her.
