Frank turned onto the Araniko H03 highway heading toward Mankha and glanced at Sarah. Her head was turned toward her rain-spattered passenger window where they were passing three and four-story masonry buildings. Most of them had seen too many years or had fallen into disrepair. In the distance, to the north of them, the dark foothills of the Himalayas rose into a thick canvas of gray cloud. It had been raining since they left Kathmandu two hours ago, and by the look of things, it wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.
He wove their rental Jeep along the pitted road, dodging puddles of rainwater. He glanced again at Sarah. “You hungry?”
She looked back. Her face was drawn and there were dark circles under her eyes. “I could use a cup of coffee.”
“Okay.” He patted her hand. She had stayed up
