2
After three days of traveling, Ian finally arrived in the tiny village of Njamba. He parked the jeep next to the metal-roofed office and went straight to work. There was much to be done. He had spent way too much time searching for Gwen, and now he had to focus on the mine.
For hours, he checked and then rechecked the production notes and the accounts only to discover what he had surmised months ago. The mine was in financial ruin.
Ian Miller slammed his fist on the desk and then buried his face in his hands. It was no use. Everything he’d worked so hard for was gone.
The office door swung open then snapped shut.
“Any luck?”
“No, Gerard,” Ian muttered. “I haven’t had luck in a long time.”
“Finally.”
Ian looked up. “Finally?”
Gerard smiled and crossed the room, making himself ove
