Capítulo 28: Chapter 28: We're in South America. Now What?

After landing at Ministro Pistarini International Airport in Buenos Aires and collecting our bags, Xander took out my drawing and studied it for an extended period as if seeing it on the ground might give him an insight that staring at it for hours on the plane hadn’t.

Cecil, who had thoughtfully reapplied a gallon of fruity cologne to cover his foul, deathly stench, spread himself out on a nearby bench like a centerfold on a magazine shoot. As with any place frequented by gobs of humanity, my nose told me quite plainly that Cecil was not the only corpse hanging around, but in the mass of bodies, there was really no way to tell the living from the dead.

I took this opportunity to man up and call home. It went about as well as I could have hoped.

“Hello?” said an anxious, worried voice.

“Hi, Mom.”