There was no answer and she reached to where she had been sleeping and found nothing. “Larra,” he repeated moving right to where she had been sleeping and running his hands through the leaves. Dio santo! That woman! She’d gone without him.
He had to follow her, but how? It was as dark as the inside of a tomb. Even if it was light he would have had difficulty finding his way back to the camp. “Figlio di Troia,” that woman would be the death of him or at least the death of herself. Sighing, he sat back down and waited.
It wasn’t as hard as she feared to find the camp. The Italians were running a generator to supply light and she could hear it as soon as she was a few feet from her hiding place. A short time later she could see the lights. There were only four of them and they swarmed with insects. No doubt it made the Italians more comfortable, but it also made it easy for Larra to spot the guards. There were just four of them and a short time she had learned their routine.
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