Jack. His gaze is icy green in the dark. A moonbeam catches his eyes and makes them glow. It’s both magnificent and disturbing. But for some reason, I'm not afraid of him. While we met just a few days ago, it's like he and I have known each other for a thousand years.
Maybe he too is descended from the ancestral animal?
All kidding aside, we're made in the same mould. He thwarts my schemes and I feel able to stand up to him. I don’t hesitate and say: “Why didn’t you reveal my true identity?”
“Because Adam doesn't know who you really are.”
He just seems surprised.
“I'm not talking about Adam, I'm talking about the narcos. Why didn't you hand me over since they're looking for me?”
“I'm trying to keep you from getting killed, remember? What did you tell Adam?”
“That I was a journalist
