Chapter 12
Before David hopped a jet for Colombia, he had called the number Jack had given him, leaving the brief message that he was on his way down and would call again when he reached Bogota. Several hours later, after a brief layover and change of planes in Miami, David arrived in the capital city of Colombia.
David had spent those long hours traveling in wretched misery, oblivious to everything but his pain. He had spoken to no one on the flights, withdrawing completely into himself, his eyes closed, his heart and soul grieving. When he at last disembarked from the plane, he resolved to hide away his heartache and throw himself into this strange, new life.
The airport at Bogota was a zoo — crowded, chaotic, filled with unusual sights and smells. David found a pay phone and, after a
