Amanda felt her heart skip a beat at the sound of the gun, and for a moment she was almost overwhelmed with fear and the realization that they had been caught trying to escape the town.  She and Drake turned slowly to face their captor, certain that their punishment would be death - or worse!  When she saw the face of the man holding the pistol, she frowned, confused.  It was strangely familiar, yet she couldn’t place it immediately.  He was an African man, dressed in a pair of jeans and a black corduroy jacket.  When he saw their confused expressions he chuckled, smiling broadly.

“I see you had the same idea!” he said.

“I know you.” Drake frowned.  “You’re the parent of one of the kids from the bus, aren’t you?  Mr. Nkenke, right?”...

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