Tower Rock IslandJ
ambon Imbasa was exhausted as he sat slumped around the small fire he’d made just below the island crest. The swim to this refuge was relatively short, but he had to fight a strong current all the way. He’d learned to deal with wild water swimming in the ocean off Lagos beaches, and that experience was his salvation in dodging the men who chased him through the forest. Now he had to calm down, think clearly, and decide on his next step. Somewhere on one side or the other of the big river that flowed around the island he had to find someone in authority, the American police, or anyone who could help him rescue the others. If he managed to swim onto the island, he could manage to swim off of —as soon as he regained some of his strength.
He tended the little blaze careful
