XV
Eke stared at the television in his mothers house. Hed been
numb since he arrived back here in Massachusetts with his best
friends dead body.
Now what?
He had to go back one more time to pick up some things. Maybe
hed go down and build the cabin. He didnt know. It was ready, after
all. But then what? Find a girl? Ha, thats funny.
He didnt want to talk to anyone. Facing Bills mother had been
horrifying and dealing with authorities had been ridiculous and
bureaucratic and accusatory. He stared, hardly listening when he
heard a news report that brought him to full attention.
“Last week, in Central America, the newly elected leader of a free
and Democratic Honduras was gunned down in a brutal ambush at
his compound in rural Honduras. It is said that one of the guerrillas that was killed was possibly American, and many are questioning
whether he was a member of the CIA,” said the newscaster.
Eke heard no more. The newly elected leader was gunned down…?
