Chapitre 29: Chapter 29: More Dead People Want to Kill Me

“Nothing? Nothing?” asked Xander for the tenth time. Or rather, with the way he talked, the twentieth.

We were standing in the bus station in downtown Esquel, surrounded by a whole lot of people who kept trying to point us towards the hospital. I was worried that Cecil’s ‘condition’ might have become noticeable until one of the friendly-yet-unrequested tour guides mentioned that Esquel was a favorite destination for ‘Medical Tourism.’

“I’m sorry, Xan- Mr. Moon. Really I am. I just... I don’t see anything.”

That wasn’t literally true, of course. I saw the station, the people, Xander’s scowl, and Cecil rummaging through the stand of tourist brochures. What I didn’t see was any random ‘Map to The Next Piece of the Osiris Machine’ doodle floating in the air.

“I say!” exclaimed Cecil holding up a brochure. “Was anyone aware that The Old Patagonian Express, popularized by Paul Theroux, was based in this dreary little town?”

“Do you mind, Cecil?” snapped Xander.