.4. He was the man she saw at the rock shop. Two days ago, right after she arrived in town, she was sitting having breakfast in the beautiful open air café. She had ordered iced coffee and was watching the action in the small quaint town when he went in to do business at the shop across the street. The shop sold rocks, statues, idols, fossils, carvings, wooden bowls and almost everything else they could sell to tourists. He was clearly not a tourist, they didn’t drive local cars and not cars like his. But for some reason he didn’t seem like a businessman either. She had seen several strange looks form the locals who glanced by and saw his face. And it was the statues in that shop, most very overpriced and very poor copies. She knew an original statue when she saw one. These were fakes. The locals didn’t buy those. Gradually, a bit of clarity came. She was into something big. He could be smuggling drugs, but that didn’t make sense they didn’t kill people over drugs in this country, as long as you gave the officials a cut they looked the other way. Was he trafficking in stolen idols? Idols were a dime a dozen and they weren’t worth killing people either? Then there were those rumors of illegal “red mercury” mines, but that couldn’t be true. Still stunned, scared of the bats, she sat on the floor of the cave. She at least she knew where she had seen this man, but the why still eluded her. A drip of water came from the ceiling and a sudden flurry of bats overhead brought here back to the real world. Why were these bats moving around? It is day time. What was that noise...