“Anyway, Adanne Tansi and I were taken to a prison,” I continued. "She was murdered there. I saw it happen. The Tiger killed her. I don't know who the other men holding us were. I don't know who the hell you are!

"Before we got to the prison, Adanne told me about a long piece she was writing-it was to appear in the London Guardian… the Guardian. Maybe some other papers. I'm not sure.

"She had learned that the United States might be manipulating factions in the Delta… to ensure the oil fields would stay in the right hands. Adanne had tapes of interviews. They were taken from her.

“Whoever captured us… must have them now. You have the tapes, don't you?”

I stopped talking and waited for an answer, any kind of response.

But no one said anything. That was the technique - and guess what? It worked. I kept talking.

“Adanne told me the man known as the Tiger was also being paid by our government. I don't know if that's true. You probably know, don't you?”

I stopped again, then went on. "By the CIA, maybe. The oil companies? By someone from here. Adanne wrote that, and she told another writer, named Ellie Cox. She was killed because of what she knew.

“That's what I know. That's what Adanne found out. That's all of it.”

I stopped again. There was still no response, not a word from the interrogator.

I waited.

I waited.

I waited.

Chapter 151

YOU THINK YOU know what's going to happen in life. But you never do. And usually the surprises aren't good ones either.

No one spoke to me for a long time, and I kept waiting for somebody to put a gun to my head, to finally pull the trigger.

Hours after I was interrogated, I heard footsteps in the room where I was being kept. More than one person. At least two.

I pulled myself away from the wall and moved forward. I stumbled and fell to my knees. I pushed myself back up and somebody grabbed my arm.

“Fucker can't even walk by himself.”

I heard a door being slid open and then I felt cool air hit my face. I was pulled forward and then shoved inside some kind of van or truck.

“Let's go!” said someone in the front. “We don't have much time for this.”

For what?

What was happening now?

I had no idea where I was going now, but I knew the chances were good that I was going to die. At certain times in the past, I'd been pleasantly surprised that I'd lasted as long as I had. Still, it felt unreal that I would probably die in the next few minutes. I prayed for my family; and then I said a prayer for myself.

Good, moderately lapsed Christian that I am, I even said a prayer of contrition.