As I explained it, in the background I could hear him fidgeting with things on his desk. “Do you feel safe at your site?” he said. “No, not really,” I told him. “It’d be one thing if this were some idiot or the town drunk making kidnapping threats, but this is a guy I’m supposed to work with. So no, I don’t feel very safe right now, unfortunately.” “Hmm. Okay,” he said. A couple of hours later, I received a text message from the country director: “Pilar will be at your site tomorrow to investigate. If you see that white truck again, call us immediately.” The prospect of Pilar coming out to “investigate” thrilled me. My heart raced. The following morning Homero got back home from his brief trip down the coast. One of the other family members filled him in on the previous night’s events. In the evening, he and I stood in the driveway and talked.
