Chapter ThirtyHummingbirds took flight in Emily’s stomach. Was Merkel-if that was his name-truly on their side or trying to make them believe in his loyalty to their cause?
“I’d ask if you were sure about this man’s identity, but from the look on your face, that would be a foolish question.” Gerard stuffed his hands into his front pockets. “Let him indicate if he recognizes you. Otherwise, I’ll see what I can find out from the other guide. Do you remember him from the training facility? You may not have run across him during your stay.”
Her gaze shot to the other traveler. She narrowed her eyes. His hair was different, shoulder length now, and the goatee softened the angle of his chin, but if she wasn’t mistaken, he was one of the instructors she’d not been subjected to. “If you hadn’t s
