Rodrique's voice crackled through the line, tangled with roaring wind and the loud hum of what sounded like a helicopter engine. He sounded calm, but there was obvious tension underneath.
"Rodrique, it's me. What are you saying? Police cars?"
"Ah, ma'am, yes. Without a doubt, they're heading straight to your location."
"How long until the police cars reach here?"
"Fifteen minutes at best, ma'am."
"Then hurry the hell up. Rafael will lose his patience any second."
"How many men does Feren have?" He asked.
"I don't know. From what I can see, dozens? Maybe more. And… I don't see the kids here yet. I should call the orphanage. Why the hell didn't I think of that sooner?" I muttered in irritation. My hand rushed into my purse, grabbing my phone.
"About that, ma'am," Rodrique cut in. "We already tried contacting the orphanage back at the hotel parking lot. The signal was blocked. That's why Sir Rafael decided to head straight to the harbor."
