It’s a short flight to California, at least compared to the trip between Idaho and Illinois. We rested and ate before heading to the airport, so that we'll be as alert as possible when we arrive in LA. Karl is concerned about Marija getting the drop on us, which does nothing to soothe my own fears.

It's been a quiet flight. Karl is deep in thought about something for the majority of the trip. I'm not much better. I can't stop thinking about father. I know that Karl must feel ...