“What’d you get?” asked Jack.
“Croissants.”
“No doughnuts?”
“Close enough.”
Jack went inside and paid the clerk, who directed him to the private phone in back. He dialed the operator, told her to cut off the call when the outrageous cost per minute hit fifty bucks, and then connected to his voice mail.
The most recent message had come through just an hour earlier, 1:37 A.M. Miami time. It was from Kelsey. Her voice was shaking, and it sounded as though she’d been crying. “Jack, please call me when you get this message. It’s very important.”
That was the end of it. Some work-related messages followed, but after the call from Kelsey he wasn’t exactly focused, so he hung up. He held the phone for a moment, debating. It wasn’t even 3 A.M. back in Miami, but her message had sounded too serious to wait another three or four hours. He rang the operator again and returned the call.
“Hello?” she said. It didn’t sound as though he’d woken her.
“It’s me, Jack. Is everything okay?”
“No,” she said, her voice filling with emotion. “But I’m glad you called.”
“What’s wrong?”
She talked fast and told him. Jack wanted to take a moment to calm her down, but he was afraid they might get cut off any minute.
“Did you get a look at him?”
“No, it was too dark. I’m almost certain he was wearing a mask anyway.”
“Try to remember as much as you can, and write it all down so you don’t forget. His height, his smell, his weight, any accent in his voice.”
“He talked like he had cotton in his mouth, so I’m not sure what his voice sounds like.”
“That’s okay. Just write it all down.”
“I’m so scared.”
“Have you called the police?”
“No.”
“Kelsey, you need to call the police.”
“No! He told me-” She stopped, as if there was something she didn’t want to tell him.
“He told you what?” asked Jack.
“I just can’t go to the police.”
“Did he threaten you?”
Again she paused, and he knew she wasn’t telling him something, probably to keep him from worrying about things he couldn’t fix from another continent. “Kelsey, I’m coming back to Miami.”
He could hear the relief in her voice as she said, “I would feel so much better if you did.”
“I’m sort of in the middle of nowhere, but I’ll start working on it as soon as I hang up. Somehow, I’ll figure out a way to get there.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t worry, okay?”
“Too late.”
“I can hire you a guard to stay with you, if that will make you feel safe.”
“No, that’s not necessary. If I get scared I’ll stay with my mother.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. Just get home, Jack. We’ll sort everything out when you’re back.”
“Okay. Hopefully, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yes,” she said softly. “Hopefully.”
By nightfall they were back where they’d started, in the cocoa-growing region near Daloa. Backtracking didn’t seem like progress, but returning early to Miami was proving to be more difficult than anticipated. They were a full day’s drive from the international airport in Abidjan, and that was the good news. Unless Jack wanted to cough up another thirteen thousand dollars to fly to Miami via Paris, they’d be stuck in Côte d’ Ivoire at least another three days. That was when Theo concocted Plan B.
“You sure we can trust these guys?” asked Jack.
“They’re Belgerian. You ever met a Belgerian you couldn’t trust?”
“What the hell’s a Belgerian?”
“They’re from Brussels. You know, Belgerians.”
“So that would make them what? Bulgarians who live in Belgium?”
Theo downshifted, pushing the Land Rover across some of the darkest, roughest roads they’d traveled yet. Rene bounced so hard in the backseat that her head nearly hit the ceiling. Jack just watched the tiny raindrops that were starting to splatter against the windshield.
Belgerians?
Rene asked, “How’d you meet these fellows?”
“They were my drinking buddies back in Odienné. Swyteck here crapped out on me and went to sleep. These two guys were nice enough to introduce me to their African gin.”
“Are they going to meet us here?”
“No. We’re looking for a dude named Lutu.”
“Doesn’t sound Belgerian to me,” said Jack.
Theo stopped at a crossroad for no apparent reason. They were surrounded by cocoa fields, far from city lights, shrouded in darkness by the gathering clouds overhead.
“What now?” asked Jack.
“We walk from here,” said Theo.
“Walk where?”
Theo checked his map, which was nothing more than some indecipherable lines he’d scrawled on the back of a napkin while talking on the telephone to his Belgerian friends. “Down this road. Airstrip should be on the other side of those trees.”
“The road goes in that direction. Why can’t we drive there?”
“Because they told me not to.”
“Why?”
“Why, why, I don’t know why. We got drunk together. I gave them my phone number in Miami and said come get a suntan. They gave me the number of friends they were staying with in Man and said to call if I need anything. I called. They helped. Period. Isn’t that enough?”
“Only for Belgerians,” said Jack as he opened the door.
The three of them stepped out onto the dirt road. The rain was more like a mist, but the worst of the storm clouds were backlit by a full moon, and they were starting to look threatening. Jack put on his Australian-style hat and got his duffle bag down from the luggage rack. It wasn’t all that heavy, but he wasn’t thrilled about lugging it on his back for who knew how long in search of some hidden airstrip.
The steady hum of an airplane engine rippled across the farmland. Jack looked into the sky but saw nothing. The noise was coming from somewhere on the ground, presumably the airstrip beyond the tall stand of cocoa trees.
Theo checked his watch and said, “Shit, man. We gotta run.”
Rene said, “I’ll drop off the Land Rover as soon as I reach Korhogo.”
“Thanks,” said Jack. “And thanks for everything. I mean it, you were a great help.”
“You’re welcome. Sorry we had to meet under these circumstances.”
“Me too. But if you’re ever in Miami.”
She smiled and said, “Right. And if you’re ever in Korhogo again…don’t call me, because it means you are absolutely out of your mind.”
Jack smiled, and then with the speed of a hummingbird she gave him a quick and tiny kiss on the cheek. “See ya around,” she said.
“Yeah, see ya,” he said, definitely caught off guard. He watched as she walked back to the car, got behind the wheel, and drove away.
Theo cleared his throat and said, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, and you’ll always have Paris. Now come on, Bogie, the plane’s leavin’.”
Jack checked the night sky, which was definitely promising serious rainfall. The airplane engine was whining even louder. “Let’s go,” said Jack.
They jogged side by side down the rutted path of dirt, taking care not to turn an ankle. Jack was huffing, Theo was grunting, and the plane was sounding awfully close. “Just-a little-further,” said Theo, struggling for breath.
“Will he wait for us?”
“Hell no.”
“You mean if we miss this plane-”
“It’s you,” he said, huffing, “me, and the antelopes.”
Jack took it to a higher gear, and Theo was right with him. The road cut through the stand of cocoa trees, though it was overgrown in spots with big fanlike banana tree leaves. The mist had turned into real rain, and Jack could hear the big drops pattering against the leafy canopy. They sprinted through the foliage until they reached a clearing on the opposite side. As soon as they were out in the open, the rain became a downpour. In seconds, they were soaked.