Fear was not something Alex was accustomed to seeing on Jack's face. He regretted coming here. He wanted nothing more than to turn around, and never mention Aristide again. Besides, they didn't need his help as much as Jack and Vera believed they did.
"Jack Malinique. Is that you?"
The voice was exactly as Alex had imagined it. Low, smooth... a truly beautiful voice. Its source was barely visable in the distance. He wore no color; he blended marvelously with the darkness. Alex felt a chill as he realized that the man might well have been standing there watching them for a long time.
"Aristide." Jack answered.
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