“I’m going back to the compound to speak with Dr. Gerard. Would you escort me? I’m not comfortable walking about in the night after the intruder.” The guard ground his cigarette into the gravel and nodded. “Of course, Dr. Merritt.” “What’s your name?” “Knightley.” “What’s an American…” she glanced at the automatic weapon slung over his shoulder, “…soldier doing here in Guatemala?” Knightley laughed. “Well, ma’am, I’m not exactly an American or a soldier.” “You’re not Guatemalan either.” “True.” They reached the compound without him volunteering any further information. Was that his orders, or just his personality? “Did you know my father?” “Yes, ma’am, I did. I’m sorry for your loss.” He’s not dead, she retorted silently, but forced a polite smile and nod. “If you’re not Guatemalan and you’re not an American soldier, who do you work for?” He stared at her several long moments before shrugging casually.
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