“One of the men was identified as Jorge Collado.” Acosta’s jaw tensed. “That little son of a bitch. He wanted to sell her. Said with her blonde hair and pretty face, she’d fetch a fortune in the Middle East. If that’s the plan, they’re probably heading for Buenaventura. But if FARC wants her for ransom, they’ll head to Ecuador, to the cloud forest. Either way it’s going to be slow going because there aren’t many good roads and the Colombian army has a pretty heavy presence all along the border. My guess is they’ll go as far as they can by car; then they’ll have to hike the rest of the way.” The three men studied a series of maps for the best route to each destination. Emilio said, “I’ll cover Buenaventura. I have business interests there, so my being there will not seem suspicious.” He squeezed Mitch’s shoulder. “I’ll call your sat phone the moment I know something, my friend.
