local time Justin gazed at the fiery disk of the sun setting behind a cluster of acacias. Their branches seemed to welcome the temperature drop and the soft breeze toying with their leaves. Justin did. His forehead was no longer dripping sweat. He had left the window open a crack, accepting the grains of dust in exchange for the cool draft. He had left the village behind, unsure of the villagers’ reaction to his web of lies. Everyone must have realized by now he was not a journalist, but a professional soldier. Some may have concluded he was a spy, looking for something or someone important in the area. Maybe they thought he was a Saudi spy, since he spoke Arabic. Or Iranian, as they were known to have increased their meddling in Somalia’s affairs. Or from another foreign faction fighting against al-Shabaab. Avoiding a confrontation and an escalating hostile situation was a good idea. He drove toward the refugee camp of Dagadera to meet with Carrie and discuss the disturbing discovery in the envelope and the briefcase.
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