What's Done is DoneThe rough road wound downhill toward the river and then levelled out. A few minutes had passed and Roland was beginning to worry that Konaté had turned off somewhere when he rounded a bend and through the blurred windshield he saw the brake lights of a car, at the top of the next hill, pulling to a stop beside the road. When he got close he could see it was Konaté's vehicle and he pulled up behind it and got out. The car was parked at the top of a steep precipice. Below was the rain swollen river. Konaté recognized Roland through his side mirror.
“What's going on?” asked Roland as Konaté stepped out of his car.
“Nothing that concerns you Roland. Go back to bed for your own sake.”
“Do you have the boy in there?” demanded Roland pointing at the back of the car.
“Roland
