Page 119 of Depths of Destruction
We stop moving.
Oh no. They are going to come get me again.
No. Please. No.
My body shudders hard. I can't stop crying. Andre holds me tighter and kisses my head.
With a jolt, we move again. I curl further into him and hum. He hums with me.
Andre wants to know what happened. But I don't even know how to tell him.
Parts of my body are still numb. Others aren't. The never-ending buzz of pain sizzles along my nerves and it won't stop.
Darkness permeates everything. I wonder if there will ever again be light.
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Andre
You have to do it.
Get Naomi out of this situation and then deal with the next one.
We're still moving. The jostle of the terrain increases, but the truck doesn't slow down.
I slip my finger under my watch and hold it to the backside. My fingerprint will activate the tracking device inside the timer. Interpol will send a team.
It's the lesser of two evils for now.
I don't know where we are. I'm not sure how many men are with us. From the few words I caught in Spanish, my hunch is the Colombian cartel has us.
My watch flashes once in green.
It's activated.
My entire team has the same watch. It's coded to our fingerprints. I instructed them to turn it off before they left.
As much as I don't want to deal with Interpol, it's the only way I see us getting out of this situation. And I didn't remember until now I'm wearing my tracker.
Please send Kalim and let him understand why I did what I did.
Naomi still isn't talking. Besides the attempt a few hours ago to speak, she hasn't tried again and is now asleep in my lap.
At least I think she is. I still can't see anything, but her breathing is calm, as if she is sleeping. I kiss her head and debate about how to get out of this alive in case Interpol takes too long to rescue us.
How long has it been since our capture?
How long was she out there?
What did they do to her?
I'm going to kill all of them.
No matter what I do, my anger rides on a roller coaster. The moment I calm, new thoughts enter my mind about what could have happened to her, and the depths of my rage recycle.
I wish I could see her. I'm worried she may have wounds that could get infected. I don't know if I'm pressing on an open sore or making anything feel worse for her.
Why did you leave Tinker's? You should have waited until you knew for sure the roads were clear.
