Millionaire media mogul Raymond Neenan can"t believe his ears--or his eyes. the seat next to him, empty for the whole flight, now barely contains a huge man who looks a lot like Chicago Bulls superstar Michael Jordan. In fact, the "man" is the Archangel Michael ("Not Mike, not Mikey, but Michael. you got a problem with that?), and he"s looking to make a deal for Neenan"s immortal soul. Neenan isn"t interested in his soul or anyone else"s unless there is money in it, but a little well-timed turbulence that sends the plane hurtling earthward caused him to reconsider. If he doesn"t believe in it, what could it hurt to sign? But for a man like Neenan,making amends is no easy task. Though he never knew it, he"s damaged a lot of lives, including his own. He"s hated or feared by his parents, his ex-wife, his children, and practically everyone he"s ever met.