“My God.”
“He was the only one,” Nuri
says. “The others were taken prisoner by the rebels. Led like
this—” He laces his hands behind his head, elbows out to either
side, as if he’s reclining back on a warm summer day, soaking up
the hot sun.
But the only light here is the fire,
and it casts long shadows on his face, making his chiseled features
a macabre mask. They took Tomas prisoner?I want to shout. I
want to scream into the night because they’ve taken my boy and
there’s no waythe military is going to get him back now,
not if he’s a POW, not until the war is over, and who the fuck
knows when that’llbe?
That’s why getting him back is my
job, I remind myself. Yes, it ismy job. I’m the one
who’s going to find him. Me.
Meeting Nuri’s flickering gaze, I ask,
“Where did they take him?” For a moment I think Nuri is going to
back down—there’s a sudden fear in his eyes I don’t like one
bit—but then I remind him, “The diamonds?”