CHAPTER 42ESCAPE
“Are we coming back?” Sam asked as we left the beach house.
“I think so. We have to take care of Honorable Williams’s body. Once that’s done it may be too late to depart for Sierra Leone today, so maybe just one more night here.”
“No, I meant are we coming back to Liberia, ever?”
“Right now, I see no reason to. All of our connections here are lost—no, I don’t think so.”
Sam led Bao into the kitchen and closed the door. “Just to make sure he doesn’t destroy the whole house,” she said.
Winston, who in my estimation was the most reliable taxi driver on the planet, was waiting for us in the driveway. Allison, looking very stately in a silk Chanel dress, was waiting by the car. She appeared dressed as though she was ready to board the Queen Elizabeth II complete with heel
