Every Tuesday at precisely ten in the morning, the gates open and a contingent of two vehicles leavethe compound. The first armored jeep carries five men. The second carries five more, plus oneadditional passenger.
Willow visits the town situated seven miles down the treacherous mountain road for an hour,sometimes two. Then she returns back to the compound’s walls and stays there until the followingTuesday.
The ritual has been driving me mad. Each Tuesday, I caught a glimpse of her. But I couldn’t be seen. Ihad to stay hidden.
Now, I intend to take back what is mine. Not only my wife—but my child, too.
The thought stings. I don’t even know if I have a son or a daughter. So far, my men haven’t been ableto collect any intel on the baby.
