"Just when she´s got the crowd ready to vaporlock, she slows it down, turning, rising, lighter than air, an angel dancing among the clouds.
And here I was expecting a skinny little bookworm, maybe a bit to shy for her own good. How little she told me about herself, in all her letters, over all those years.
She told me nothing. Nothing that would give her away. How the hell did they find her?
Then it hits me. They didn´t.
They didn´t find her. They were bluffing.
They were counting on me to be so addled after eight years in solitary I´d fall for their crummy bluff. And I did.
And I´ve led them straight to her."
Mauro Bex : maurobindo