Hannah was still retching an hour after the agents threw her in the cell with Mr. Tong’s butchered corpse. She hugged her arms around her stomach and heaved again.
“Seems your friend thought he could keep secrets from us.” At first, the agent held Hannah’s head in place with iron strength so she couldn’t turn away. “He didn’t want to tell us where you were going, you know. But eventually he found his tongue. And we found you.”
She was too stunned to cry for the old man. There were still people alive she had to protect. The agents hadn’t found the backpack. The list of contacts was safe. Simon was still free. She shouldn’t have argued with him about staying behind in the woods. Now, at least he would be able to carry on the ministry without her. She had to be strong. No matter what they a
