SEPHY, WHO WAS WATCHING a television show while lying on the sofa, stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray. She seemed quite interested, suspecting that they might have to leave the country to search for the Ark.
— Does this mean you found my father? — he asked, after listening to the cryptographer's explanation.
— We'll talk about it on the way. I don't have time right now. — Antonia went straight to her room. The German woman got up to go to her.
— I've been locked up in four walls for two days without hearing anything from him! Understand that I need to know if you'll do everything possible to free him from his kidnappers — the young woman pleaded, feigning desperation. — Please! That's all I need to hear! —
The apartment owner turned to look at the girl. She decided to proceed with caution, taking the farce to the extreme.
— Okay, I promise — he said, his voice friendly.
— But now we have to leave or we'll miss the plane. There's no other flight until tomorrow.
She opened the closet door to take out a suitcase, where she put part of her summer wardrobe and underwear.
— I'm serious. You'd better hurry up with your luggage... — He dropped what he was doing to insist again: — I didn't want that bastard Greg to get ahead!
— What do you mean?
— That we have to do this alone — she replied, suddenly serious. — Nicolas is having to take care of an old friend's inheritance, and Greg has decided to look for Monroe on his own.
— That means you know where he's being held... doesn't it? — Sephy insisted again.
She waited for the other woman to speak, to trust her. To her greatest disappointment, however, Antonia was very cautious in this regard.
— I'll tell you everything when we're on the plane.