“Not to me. But she spoke to the guard briefly before she left. I think she was asking for direction,” Clyde said.
“Can I speak to your guard?” Impatience rode him.
“Sure, let me call him.” Clyde raised his hand and beckoned the guard over, who approached them.
“Yes, Sir?” The guard inclined his head to Clyde.
“Manong, do you remember this girl?” Clyde showed him the picture of Anza. “She was here two days ago.”
“Oh yes, I remember.” The guard’s face brightened in recognition. “She asked me where the airport was, and how to get there,” he replied.
Veren’s heart jumped in excitement at his words. That was a solid lead.
“Did she say anything else, Sir?” he asked, wanting to make sure.
The guard shook his head.
With a thank you, he left them and hurried to the airport. He knew where
