Chapter Six
THE MEN LEFT, AND FABIO and Thalia remained at the table, silent.
She was looking at her hands.
Then she looked up, her eyes meeting his. “So, what is your story?”
“My story?”
“Yeah, you didn’t say anything about yourself during that discussion.”
“What is there to say? I arrived here today. I don’t know much about the base. Never worked here before.”
“Why did you get involved in this mining water business?”
“Orders.”
“You work for these people?”
“Yes.”
“You’re not a prisoner?”
A prisoner? Was he a prisoner? Could be, because he didn’t think it was his own choice to come here. Also because Sanchez had said—
“If I was a prisoner, then where is the prison?” He spread his hands. “Is this your prison, too?”
Was that a slight uncomfortable look over her face? “Well, lik
