“No answers mean no water," I warn Tom Zaph before I reinsert the cotton into his ears to obstruct him from deciphering our location.
A branch from an oak tree falls on a pile of dried leaves when we arrive at a forest clearing. It wearies my soul to allow him to be by the secret river with the capabilities to hear.
“Old man!" he calls out to Pops. “Water!" he shrieks. His voice sounds coarse.
The branch that recently fell will be my new tool. It pokes Tom every time he mocks Pops.
“Mock him again, and more pain ensues," I threaten our assassin after his yelp.
Being tied up to the bark of the tree, the fully red-colored man resembles Lim Tow in every way. Tom Zaph just needs to be a lot younger and have pimples on his cheeks to look like his replica.
They are both plumb and
