So were her friends—the nicest surprise so far in this long, long night. I had slipped along the edge of the building, through a hedge of jasmine, lifted one eye to the window and there they were. The ladies sat a few yards away against a wall, hands still tied behind them, Sharon in the middle with her exhausted friends resting their heads on her shoulders. It was a touching scene, but I didn’t let my attention linger. Tomlinson was watching me from the shadows, awaiting my signal. It was almost deadline time—and his nerves were too brittle to go for long without communicating. I ducked beneath the window, then stood with my back to the wall so the man could see me. I gave him a thumbs-up, which he might or might not interpret correctly. Next, I held up a fist, which meant Halt or Wait, depending on the circumstances as my occasional scuba partner knew. After the man replied with a thumbs-up, I returned to the window. I didn’t want to move until I’d done my best to fix the positions of everyone in the lodge—most importantly, the Neinabor twins.
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