about her son.  He is twelve years old and possibly missing up in those mountains.  Do you have any kids?”

The constable smiled, and it was a strange look on him.  “I’m African.  What do you think?”

Drake laughed.  “Okay then, so you would understand how desperate she is then!  What if this was one of your children, and you knew something was wrong, but you couldn’t get hold of them?”

“Ey, ya gnola!” the constable muttered, and Amanda knew enough of the Xhosa language to understand that he was commenting on their state of minds.   

“It’s just one phone call, man!”  Drake pleaded.  “At least we’re not reporting some stupid misdemeanor crime and making you spend an hour...

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