“— The purpose of the trip,” the man with black eyes says sternly.
I would be glad to answer, but a strap slipping down and his scratching look leave me with not a single sensible thought.
“— Do you interrogate tourists here, or am I just the one who’s unlucky?”
He gives a barely noticeable smirk, just a corner of his mouth.
“— Lucky. Some aren’t asked anything. They just send them around in a loop. I’ll repeat the question. What’s the purpose of your arrival?”
And I… I really don’t know what to say. None of the options will satisfy Sidi Yasin.
“— Then get rid of your rags. And don’t move.”
“— W-what?..” My voice betrays me and cracks.
When my boss orders me to go into the desert to search for his missing brother, I agree right away. I’m a journalist. Riddles are my job. And my weakness. Now I’m in the Sahara. Under the guise of an ordinary tourist. Trying to understand what really happened.
Only the desert doesn’t like the curious. Especially those who end up alone at night with no signal. Face to face with a dangerous man who clearly knows a lot more about this story than he’s saying. And for some reason, he’s in no hurry to let me go.
ONE-BOOK NOVEL. HE.