“Keep your eyes open,” I told my injured passenger, Roberto.
“How long was his lead start?” he asked, “So we know how far he has gone to by now, on foot. There are only four directions and we all covered that.”
“We heard his howling as soon as we reached the dining area of the aswangs. As soon as I heard it, I ran to the village that took me 3 minutes,” And I narrated to him every detail inside the hut and the whole time he was swearing, repeating God’s name and other surprised remarks.
“I guess we spent another 30 minutes inside. Then we burned the house and went to Lola Mercy’s village for about 30 minutes. We spent another 30 minutes there. So, that’s about an hour and a half or so!” I was feeling hopeless again.
“He could be near the highway by now. Drive faster, Maya!”
I stepped
