The concierge vouched for him. Still, Nadia insisted on interviewing him over the phone. He was a global explorer who’d done work for National Geographic on cave explorations across three continents. He had a website with pictures to prove it. In his mid-forties, Nadia thought, with the smile of a twenty-one-year-old. A purist. A dedicated outdoorsman with no visible connection to any private or government security service. The odds he was on the payroll of whoever was following them were low. Also, he was intimately familiar with the Priest’s Grotto.The guide picked them up in his jeep at the hotel on Thursday at 6:00 a.m. He’d balked about the time but Nadia wanted to get an early start. Every moment that passed brought Bobby closer to the inevitable verdict of life in prison. There was no time to waste.The Priest’s Grotto was located one hundred forty-five miles from Lviv. They drove east to the city of Ternopil and south toward the village of Strilkivtsi. Marko sat in the front with the guide.
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