Although the sky outside was pitch black, he was aware that he was traveling through mountains. Only outlines of jagged peaks were visible in the pale starlight. Trees blurred as they passed. The bus teetered and swayed as it rounded one curve after another, alternately speeding nearly out of control on long, downhill stretches and whining as it labored up another hill. After retrieving his belongings from the hotel, Collin had sprinted to the bus terminal on the outskirts of Puno and caught the next bus out of town. Lima was the only place he didn’t want to go. As luck would have it, he was on his way to La Paz, Bolivia. Collin wondered what was next. Now that they had found him in this remote part of the world, he knew they could find him anywhere. He felt vulnerable and confined. His world was shrinking; hiding places vanishing. The mounting stress was putting pressure on his fragile mental state. Maybe it was time to try a different strategy, try something unexpected to catch everyone off-guard.
