CHAPTER 6I WENT UP TO THE roof at midnight and called Bud. I reckoned he would be home by then. He started his usual rant as soon as he came on-line. I wanted to shout at him but I was scared of waking Boafo down below.
“Bud, you asshole,” I whispered to him, “Will you shut your f*****g mouth and listen for once?”
I told him I had located William Franklin and his team with 95% certainty, enough, I reckoned, to warrant a rescue mission. I told him about the Sports Stadium. That calmed him down.
He said he’d pass on my report and call me back with zero date and hour. I told him that on no account should he call me. I’d call him at midnight GMT every night for instructions.
As I opened the door to the corridor I thought I saw a crack of light under Boafo’s door, but then it was gone. I pu
