When the jeep finally skidded to a halt, the silence that followed was more terrifying than the gunfire. Thomas was dragged out and pinned to the ground. A man with eyes like polished flint stepped forward, ignoring the camera equipment and the money Thomas tried to offer. He looked only at Elena.
"We leave for the northern border at dawn," Thomas said, his voice tight. He was a journalist by trade, and despite Elena’s protests, he couldn't resist chasing a lead about a clandestine trade route moving through the desert. Ebano.epub
"I know. But if I can document this, the Western world can't look away anymore. You’ve always said that was the goal, right? To make them see?" When the jeep finally skidded to a halt,
