ALF EYED THE TINY BUILDING clinging to the side of the hill. Standing where he was on the roof of Hani’s house, he couldn’t tell if anyone was in the ramshackle shed or not.
“See them?” Heathcliffe called up to him.
“No.” Doubt dug through his gut with clawed feet. If he was wrong about where the hunter had taken her...
“We’re ready, Alf. Let’s get going.” Brita stood in the yard, one hand shielding her eyes against the glare of the dropping sun.
Alf shoved the binoculars into the front of his pants and headed for the Banyan tree he’d used to get up there. The tree’s wavy gray-barked arms spread toward the roof and away, reaching in all directions at once. He quickly shimmied down the tree, transferring branches several times until he reached the ground. Alf looked up as Dini and Godri
