We were up at 5.30 a.m. the early morning fatigue washed away by hot water, strong caffeine, and the knowledge that we’d soon be on the trail of two possible suspects. It seemed too good to be true. I’d expected this hunt to take weeks, maybe even months, but here we were only two days after the funeral, and we might have the culprits in our hands by the end of the day. Chamreun had decided we wouldn’t need much artillery with us, so we only had a couple of handguns each. It felt strange going out into the world armed. It wasn’t a situation I’d been in before. But then equally I had never been in the situation of hunting down the killers of my lover before, so it seemed appropriate.
As we again headed onto highway 5, the early morning traffic was beginning to build, though it was nowhere
