He sighed with relief when the taxi pulled up at the destination. Jojo fished out four hundred pesos, more than the three hundred pesos he had promised. The taxi cab driver beamed, and got up and opened Adam’s door as Jojo exited.
“Where are we?” Adam asked.
“Fort Bonifacio,” Jojo said. “Actually, Bonifacio Global City.”
“I know this area,” Adam said. “The American Cemetery is around here. Right?”
“It’s on the other side of the hotel around the corner, and down a few blocks. Probably a mile or so. But you can’t tell from the skyscrapers from street level that have moved into what used to be an old American fort from the Spanish-American war.” Jojo paused. Adam was craning his neck around and trying to peer into the building.