CHAPTER 9
A COMPLIMENTARY GLASS of champagne and as many canapés as I could eat made the five-hour flight to El Dorado International Airport in Bogotá go quickly. Nate took a seat across the aisle from me, two rows in front, but he passed on the free booze in favour of sleep. I couldn’t. While the miles flew by, I thought about what to say to Eduardo.
For all my confidence over his innocence, I really didn’t know him that well. After our initial meeting, our contact had been limited to me flying out to Colombia once or twice a year, and never for more than a few days at a time.
The first time I went to Cali on business after the Frost episode, seeing Eduardo had been the furthest thing from my mind. As I recall, I’d gone there to search for a missing teenager who’d run off with a man of
