I pulled both girls into a tight hug, then kissed Gina hard on the mouth.

“Yum,” Gina said. “I missed those.”

A moment later, Andy crawled from the bushes. I was surprised to see Darnell next to him, holding a small video camera.

So that’s why he had come: the documentary.

“Andy Depree saves the day,” I said.

He waved me off.

“No, really,” I said. “That bit with Camila was genius.”

“I didn’t want to put her in harm’s way, but I couldn’t think of any other way to get a knife to you.”

“It worked.”

“Can’t believe we captured that all on video,” Darnell said. “Crazy footage.”

“I want an executive producer credit,” I said.

“Hey!”

It was Diego. I’d forgotten about him.

“Cut me loose!” he yelled from across the village.

“I’ll be right back,” I said.

I took a couple of steps in the direction of Diego, Patrick, and Daniel, then stopped. I waved Gina forward and said, “You might want to come with.”

The two of us walked through the center of the village. As we passed Bill Wyeth’s lifeless body, Gina stopped momentarily.

I told her about the EpiPen and how it had caused him to have a heart attack.

“He had high blood pressure.” She leaned over him and said, “You should have taken your pills, Bill.”

The gun Bill had thrown to the ground was a few feet from him. I picked it up, then slid it into my waistband. Gina, Camila, and I continued to the five large poles where Diego, Patrick, and Daniel were tied.

I cut through Diego’s restraints and helped him to his feet.

Camila went crazy, squeaking and leaning away from Gina’s chest toward Diego.

“She likes him,” Gina said.

“That’s her dad. At least, she thinks he is.”

Diego held Camila close, and she calmed down.

I leaned down and cut the restraints from around Daniel Sewall’s wrists and ankles.

I helped him to his feet and said, “My sister has MS, so I’m counting on you to get that superbacteria of yours back to the States.”

“I promise,” he said. Then, his face falling, he said, “I’m sorry about everything.” He turned to Gina and said, “I know you don’t know me, but I can honestly tell you that my dad would never have done you any serious harm.”

Gina didn’t look convinced.

“I think he’s telling the truth,” I said.

“How do you know?”

I pulled the Glock from the waistband of my pants and said, “This was the gun Bill had, the one he took from Patrick.”

I clicked out the magazine and showed it to Gina. The magazine was hollow and empty.

Gina glared at Patrick and said, “Your gun wasn’t loaded?”

He shook his head. “I never meant to harm anyone. I just wanted to find my son.”