Soon enough, I give up the search. There are simply too many places to hide in the jungle around Cristobal. I'll never find her like this.
So it's time for another strategy.
Marching back into the middle of the village, I see Imago performing for the villagers, flashing multicolored lights in sync with a playful, piping tune. Brown-skinned children scramble and leap around him, smacking his body as they try to anticipate the flashing pattern.
Too bad I have to break up the party. "Children! Line up!" I point with the tip of my scythe at the ground alongside me. "Right here!"
Imago stops flashing and piping. "Father?"
The half-naked kids scurry over as they were told. When they're all in line, I nod to Imago. "Put me on bullhorn." He nods and spreads his arms wide, facing aw
