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Sara
I wake up to the startling sounds of a baby crying, combined with women’s voices trying to calm it down.
Opening my eyes, I sit up, willing my brain to start functioning so I can figure out where I am. And as I look around the plain room, with its white walls and gray carpet, it comes to me.
We’re in Colombia, on the arms dealer’s compound.
More specifically, we’re in the house that Diego—a young guard Peter apparently knows from before—brought us to yesterday. I suspect our host gave it to us because of me. Yan, Ilya, and Anton went to stay with the guards in the barracks, but Esguerra must’ve figured it might be weird for a married couple to bunk with a bunch of guys.
I’m glad about that; I like the privacy. Not to mention, the house itself is nice—clean and modern, if mini
