“Pops, you have no proof."
“The boy is going to betray you," Pops says as we head to the riverbank.
“We work on evidence, Sir," I say, as I follow him out the exit through the secret passageway.
“We will see."
I stare at his long white hair from behind. He leads me to the secret water source in Maica. The riverbank has been concealed by him through overgrown bushes. Materials for washing clothes and cleaning up cannot be spotted unless one looks very closely.
For five whole minutes, Pops stays silent. He watches me quench my thirst. This beats yesterday's tree bark water.
A deep breath of fresh air is the cherry on top of the pie after I have finished drinking. Apart from the overgrown bushes, the various trees have grown nicely around the river. They too help shield us a
