Saying goodbye to Emil was hard. He had been the biggest surprise in our quest. I think we were both a bit envious of his total freedom in life. Granted, I think he was bored and lonely at times, and in all honesty, I didn't see him staying in Fordlandia much longer. It was too remote, even for him. However, he would always make the most of his freedom. I had a feeling he would always find himself in interesting places and situations.

We all hugged and we thanked him for everything so many times, he finally told us to get lost. With one last round of hugs, we took a taxi to the airport, preparing to leave Brazil behind.

*****

We flew out of Santarém that night and arrived in Boston late the next afternoon, bedraggled and exhausted. Marsh, as promised, met us at the gate and escorted us back to my house in East Boston. He accompanied us up to my apartment and we filled him in on all that we could until we couldn't keep our eyes open any longer. We planned to meet the next day at his office to plot our course of action. I had a feeling I knew what was coming.

Marsh also told us that he had heard back from the Vermont State Police. Flynn was, in fact, on their radar and had been for quite some time for a variety of activities, but they had nothing tangible to charge him with. He was also told by the D.A. in Boston that despite Foley having killed two men in Brazil, he didn't see any problem getting him back into the states to face charges.

Mo and Seymour—who actually ventured from his apartment—each stopped by to see us while Marsh was there. Both looked relieved to see us back in one piece. We promised to fill them in as soon as we could.

We went to sleep that night wiped out but troubled. We sensed that the next day was going to bring movement of some type. But would it bring closure?

Chapter 36

We knocked on the Flynns' door. I adjusted the wire attached to my body. This was another first in my life. I seemed to be having a lot of them these days. And I wasted ten years working in that hell hole?

I tried not to glance over my shoulder to confirm the presence of the Vermont State Police and Marsh. I didn't want to look nervous, which I was, or give away the plan, which it would. Sabrina took my hand. She sensed my nervousness. I'm sure she was not particularly calm, but she was better at projecting it.

Amanda Flynn wasn't as good at it as Sabrina. She opened the door and let out a little "ooh," before recovering. Well, that told us all we needed to know. They didn't expect to ever see us again.

"May we come in?" asked Sabrina sweetly.

Okay, so Amanda hadn't actually recovered. She didn't say a word. She was the deer, we were the headlights. Finally, she looked over her shoulder and yelled for Bill. His reaction was almost as good as his wife's. The beer he was holding slipped out of his hand, but he caught it before it hit the ground.