At the stroke of three in the morning on the streets of Ulanqab, about thirty taxis—hazards flashing—had clustered together, encircling Nehemiah Blevins's Toyota Land Cruiser.
Some of these taxis had passengers, while others only carried the driver.
That man called Antoine had not hung up the phone earlier with Mia, as though he was also aware of the situation here through the call.
He told Mia to follow the taxi drivers and check in somewhere to stay, and that he would arrive in Ulanqab in a little over an hour.
The taxis stopped outside a business hotel, where the manager, along with a few attendants, immediately came out to greet them.
"Mia, does your Uncle Antoine run a taxi company?" Yusuf Zuck asked with a smile as they walked.
"I don't know," Mia truly didn't know. All she had heard from Uncle Antoine was that he had influence over many areas in Mongolia, even beyond.