Since Antonio was gone less than two hours yet still looked calm and fresh upon his return, I gathered Frank or Ivan had slipped him the sat phone and sent him away to call for help. However, no one else seemed to notice. They were all too focused on the casual interrogations that Ivan and Frank had begun conducting under the ruse of checking to be sure everyone was all right.
“You drinking water?” Ivan had asked Wilamena at one point. “Do you need to lie down?”
Wilamena glared at him. “Look, dude, I don’t know who you think you are, but I do this kind of thing professionally.”
Ivan looked at her, then wryly said, “How exactly does one get paid for being in a remote village when their friend is killed?” Then he walked away.
I thought Wilamena was going to scream again. Instead, she jus
