Chapter 20
Their flight arrived at Tocumen International Airport in Panama City, and the two made their separate ways, according to protocol, passing through the endless hallways and immigration lines before meeting up just near the airport exit. At VC Airport, just before they left, Frank had found an area of wasteland and cleaned, then dismantled the handgun before burying it in the ground. He felt naked without a weapon but smuggling a pistol through airport security, no matter how lax, was too risky.
“What now?”
Frank looked around and gestured at the tourist information desk.
“We’ll need a map.”
They took seats in one of the numerous coffee bars, away from the main foot traffic and Frank opened up the map on the table.
His eyes went to the border region and the notorious Darien
