Chapter 56THE LIGHT DIMMED TO shades of opal. The jungle was still. There was no wind. The sounds began their transition from day to night. The jungle cacophony intensified as darkness closed in.
Jim had sat patiently, waiting for the progression from gray to charcoal to the inky-black darkness that only the jungle can produce. No starlight. No moon creeping through the interwoven canopy of leaves and plants to the understory.
His thoughts turned back to Heather and Pedro, his family. I have become a family man, but what else am I? To some, he was an efficient killer. To others, a compassionate savior. In his mind, he was neither. He did what he did because the situations gave him no choice.
I’ve never shared my thoughts with anyone about who I am, he mused. Not even Brush, although Bru
