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obody will ever believe that story.”
Lance shifted on his seat, squinting with a frown at the embassy official who had sought him out in Mactan.
The hotel room was small enough, but now seemed even more confining, with inordinate space taken up by the large man in a white polo shirt, short sleeves, plain blue tie, seated before him across the small glass table on one side of the bed. He reminded Lance of one half of a Mormon pair that he often saw plying the streets in the sweltering heat.
“It’s simply too incredible,” continued John Gulliver, political affairs attaché for the Cebu City consulate. “Not even your editors will back you up on it. It’s best you take our counsel, and fly out ASAP. We can get you on the night flight to Manila. Northwest is leaving for San Fran early tomorr
