“I don’t need to hear any more,” said Logan. He stepped to the edge of the steps, cupped his lips and shouted, “Francis!” The cry echoed off into the jungle to be smothered by heat and darkness. Logan called again. “Francis, this way! Here!” He waited. Francis did not appear. Ballard turned to Jess. “He’s a DS man. It’s his life. It’s what he was trained for.”
