Third morning. Noise broke out at the camp gate.
The volunteer on duty blocked someone's way. "No appointment, no entry."
I looked toward the gate.
Elena had her hands gripped around the rusty bars.
She was alarmingly thin. Her hair hung in lank strands. A khaki shirt stuck to her back, wrinkled.
"Chloe." She called my name through the bars.
The volunteer turned back to look at me. I stuffed my lens cloth into my pocket and gave a nod.
The iron gate swung open. Elena walked in, unsteady on her feet, kicking up wisps of yellow dust.
"I tracked down Arthur's itinerary." She spoke before I could ask. "When I heard he'd come to Kenya, I bought a ticket."
She stopped three paces away, her hands wringing tight together, knuckles bone-white.
"I got transferred out of Major Crimes. My pr
