Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 109

I didn't think she'd gotten a good look at me in Switzerland but I didn't want to take any chances. I kept the sombrero pulled down, obscuring most of my face.

She handed a piece of paper to me over the seat. It was a crudely drawn map on a piece of paper so brown and brittle it looked like it could shatter if you breathed on it too hard.

"Do you think," she asked quietly, "that you can find this place? It's very important. I need to hurry."

I looked at it, "I theenk I can handle that, senorita."