Chapter 4
Adam stepped out of the taxi and checked himself in the reflection of the cab’s dirty window. The light blue shirt he wore fit tightly across his chest. It’d been two days since he’d seen Jojo and Adam worried that was too long, even though Jojo and Adam texted like teenagers since Sunday evening when Jojo pecked him on the cheek.
He had Googled the address Jojo gave him, and read online about Jojo’s company and its building in the business district of the Philippines. Makati was treasured as the Philippines’ version of Manhattan. One didn’t see overhead electric power lines sagging here like the rest of the towns and villages in the country. The area was dotted with glass and tall concrete buildings with parking garages making up many of the first and second floors.
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