Chapter 82

• I floored it from Bruce Marshall's ranch all the way out to Irvine on road signs since my internet was down, and my phone service was also down. The tornado-mini or not, that bitch was not friendly—struck the Ram a couple of times, putting me out off the road twice and making me spin into the other lane once. Miraculously, I had the road to myself as a crazy bastard and therefore did not crash into anyone.
• Since I had to arrive in New York in decent enough shape to take care of a toddler, I did have to drive carefully and at a reasonable speed to prevent flying off to the next solar system. That added an additional forty minutes onto my flight to the private airport. When I got there, I found that my phone network was still down in the majority of the Dallas-Fort Worth area due to the weather.
• I took an oath in seven languages, even though I was only monolingual, and snatched up a random airport worker's phone to dial Klaus. Her phone went straight to voicemail. I glanced at my watch. She had two hours before the concert. I was behind schedule.