28The car was back on the expressway barreling toward Singapore at eighty miles an hour.
“What’s the plan, boss?” Afu asked.
Osman did not respond immediately. Instead, he took Swan’s hand with as warm a smile as he could muster. “When we get to the border crossing I will hand over our passports and arrival cards. No one is to get out of the car unless I tell you.”
“What if they ask why we’re going to Singapore?” Afa stated.
“I will answer all questions,” Osman said firmly. “Do not say anything unless I tell you what I want you to say.” He looked at Swan. “That means you too, child.”
Chills raced down Swan’s back. He’s being too nice. She clutched her purse tighter.
Basil’s fraternal resemblance to the Chief Mate was too much for the bus drivers to resist while he handed out another
