As they sat in darkness on the hut’s dirt floor and ate the stolen spicy peanut fufu with their hands, the starchy cassava sticking to their fingers, Beatrice filled in the ambassador and Charlotte on the situation. Despite the food being cold, it burned the tongue and forced them all to drink a lot of water, which was good. Beat could tell by the sharp stench of their urine, despite the hole they’d dug in the corner of the hut and reburied, that they were all badly dehydrated. She was no exception, not daring to go out in the daytime to get water.
“We’re being actively hunted.” Beat kept her voice soft and slightly breathy. That would make it harder to distinguish directionally. “They appear to know that we survived the attack on the airport.”
“But that makes no sense, why would they hu
