6
A NIGHTMARE WITH NO END
Melide, Spain
Jana pressed the phone to her ear. “Cade? Cade?” She leaned toward Gilda, who was still trying to catch her breath from the downhill run. “He must have put the phone down. Cade!” she again yelled, squinting into the brilliant Spanish sunlight.
The town of Melide had roots that could be traced to the tenth century. The main road was barely wide enough to fit a Smart Car. On one side sat an albergue, a type of hostel or hotel, and the other, a post office.
“Is this thing still connected?” Jana said. “Cade, what’s happening?”
“Jana,” Gilda said as she let her backpack flop to the ground. “Calm down. I’m sure he’s working on it.” She slumped to the cobblestone sidewalk to rest. Gilda’s command of the English language was superb, yet her accent decr
