The commander denied any knowledge of him. While Falcon went off to make some phone calls, the commander personally escorted Miranda through the compound to show her that no Americans were being held there. He let her go wherever she wanted, seemingly a man with nothing to hide, yet the way he watched her made her skin crawl. His men, on the other hand, gave her wide berth, avoiding eye contact as if instructed. If she tried to question them, they claimed not to know English, or not to understand her Spanish accent. Every instinct she had said that the whole garrison was lying. “What do you think?” Roberto asked as they left the outpost. “Back to Caracas?” “No. I’m sure Glenn was here.” “He’s not here now.” “Which means they either killed him or he escaped.” She thought for a minute. “If he was killed, I’m not going to find him without cadaver dogs and a CSI team.”
