I was confused and increasingly nervous as he led me out of the compound and ordered me onto the back of his bike. Where was he taking me? Was he going to turn me into the Minghellis? No, he wouldn’t do that. He was too invested in what was going on. His curiosity was my safety line. When we peeled away from the compound and took a new route—one I wasn’t familiar with—I felt my wonder and anticipation grow.
What did he want with me now?
I did not have to wait long to find out. Rather than heading into the city, we drifted out into the suburbs, where small, closely knit little apartments lined square-patched lawns. We pulled up in front of a particularly nice one, complete with a two car garage and a large hammock suspended from between two trees.
He pulled up to the garage, parked the b
