CHAPTER 24VOINJAMA
The place where Darius was supposed to meet the vans and Sergeant Doe’s man was a mile or so outside of Voinjama on the right side of the road. The sun had been up for several hours when Darius got to the town. The heat was beginning to hit him in the face like an intense fever. The milling crowds and small shops that usually filled the dirt streets by day had not yet awakened. A few dogs loped along the streets, panting in anticipation of rising heat.
At the intended meeting point, Darius found an abandoned one-room concrete building with a rusty, corrugated roof. It looked like any number of typical modest village houses surrounded by grass and weeds. It had once been painted white and blue, but those colors had long since faded, exposing patches of hard, gray concre
