He double-checked the phone number showing as the sender of the text.
Definitely his wife’s.
But if Remi was being held captive, who had sent the photo?
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
The brave man is not he who doesn’t feel afraid,
but he who conquers that fear.
– AFRICAN PROVERB –
Nasha gripped the phone in her hand. Getting into it was easy. But working it was an entirely different matter. She had no idea who she’d sent the photo to. Or if they’d even know what it meant. The only other photo she’d ever sent was to Mrs. Fargo and Miss Amal had helped her do it. But when Nasha pressed the button that showed the little white cloud, all she saw was a list of names—and the one at the top was not Sam. It started with an R. Confused, she wondered for a moment if it was Remi spelled wrong. But it couldn’t be because this was Mrs. Fargo’s phone.
She tried to blink away the tears that threatened, worried she’d made a terrible mistake. Suddenly the phone buzzed, the screen lit up, and she saw Mr. Fargo’s face in a small circle near the top. Her fingers shook as she touched the green phone button at the bottom and his picture filled the square like a small movie.
“Nasha?”
She nodded.
“Where are you?”
“In the shed. Miss Wendy rang the bell and everyone got into the tunnel, but Mrs. Fargo went back because some of the girls didn’t come. I didn’t want to leave her, so I hid.”
“You did good. Who’s there?”
“Scarface. He brought a lot of other men. They were looking for all the other girls, but Mrs. Fargo told them they left. Miss Amal is with her, and some of the older girls, but I don’t remember their names.”
“Can you show me?”
“They’ll see me.”
“Not if you stay hidden. Turn the phone so my picture faces out. I’ll see what the phone sees.”
She turned the phone, showing him the inside of the shed.
“Is there a way I can see outside?” he asked.
She pulled aside more of the burlap she’d been hiding under and crept toward the partially open door, careful to avoid the spilled box of nails. She held the phone low, waving it around, before backing toward her hiding spot, afraid to remain too long in the doorway.
“Where’s Remi and the girls? I don’t see them.”
She turned the phone around so that she could see Mr. Fargo’s face again. “I think they moved them to the office.”
“Nasha, do you know how many men there are?”
“A lot. There were two cars. The big white truck and another one. They have the big guns like when they killed the Kalus.” The memory frightened her, but she tried not to cry. “Are you coming back?”
“It’s going to be a while. I’m in Yola. At the airport.”
A tear trailed down her cheek. “I’m scared.”
“Nasha,” he said. “Whatever happens, you stay in the shed. Understand?”
She nodded.
“If they take Remi and the others, she’ll know what to do. Do not let them see you. Okay?”