Nick walked for three days. He cried half of the time until he grew angry. He even considered going back and fighting them for his family.
In the end, he knew he couldn't do that. It would only make Tai and Bati's lives worse.
He broke into a clearing on the third day. It was the Panama entrance to the Darien Gap. He walked into the small town of Yaviza, Panama. This is the town where the Pan-American Highway stops. It doesn't go through the Darien Gap. From here, Nick was able to call the Professor.
"Nick, it is so good to hear from you again. Where are you?"
"I am in a small town called Yaviza, Panama. It is just outside of the Darien Gap. I need some money wired to me so I can get home."
"Certainly, Nick. Is there a Western Union station there?"
"Yes. You can wire it directly to me here. I am standing in their office now."
"How much do you need?"
"Enough to get a ride to the canal, and then a flight back to New York."
"I'll get a $1,000.00 wired immediately. It will be so good to see you again. I can't wait to hear of your adventures."
Within a couple of hours, he had his money. He took a bus to Panama City, and from there a flight to New York. By the next morning, he was back where he had started. He no longer had his apartment. He had paid rent for a year, but that was two and a half years ago. Mary and the professor had boxed his things up and put them in storage. He went to the university to see the professor.
The professor was very happy to see him. "I never thought I would see you again. It's been nearly three years, man."
"I know. I have so much to tell you about, but first, I would like to call Mary."
The professor looked hurt. "You need to sit down." Nick did so. "The dig where she and three of her friends were working was overrun by Hezbollah two weeks ago. The Jordanian troops were killed in a fire fight. There is no trace of the four archeologists. The Jordian government is saying they will do everything they can, but don't have much hope. The US embassy in Amman is trying some other channels. We just must wait and pray."
Nick collapsed on the floor. No, not this too. He was worried how he would explain Tai to her. Now, he is alone, again. He had to try and go and find her himself. He must try.
"What does the company that sponsored the dig have to say?"
"They have men there now trying to sort everything out. They are talking to the Bedouins from the area. So far, they have no answers from them."
The professor offered to let him stay at Mary's apartment, but he couldn't do that. He couldn't see the place where they had so many wonderful memories. The professor invited him to stay with him until he could work something out. He had two and a half years' worth of back pay coming to him, so he had money to work with. But how to use it?
He decided to go and see the man who had run the dig from England. After he had settled in and got his clothes out of storage, he was ready to go. He flew to London and was met by Nigel Thornton. Thornton was the man who oversaw the dig and was the liaison between the company and the countries involved.
"Nice to meet you, Dr. Germain. I am sorry it is under such sad circumstances. Mary talked about you often."
"Yeah. I've been in the Darien Gap for the last two and a half years. I had no way to communicate with the world until two days ago. What do we know now?"
They sat down in Thornton's office. "They were working on an old trade route site between Eilad, Isreal and Aqaba, Jordan. There had been no trouble there for years. They only had four Jordanian troops with them. There were a group of Bedouins who were paid to do the digging and provide the supplies. We have no idea where they are now. They found one of them who told them the foreigners had talked about going back to Eliad the day before the attack happened. They never arrived, and the Bedouin says he believes the terrorists took them prisoner. I doubt it because we have never heard from Hezbollah. They usually demand things immediately after taking hostages. The Jordian government has spoken to Hezbollah, and they are denying having them. We are stuck with two options, neither of which is appealing. First, Hezbollah has them and is waiting to present their demands. The second is they killed them, and don't want to bring the wrath of the US government down on them by admitting it. We know they didn't wander off into the desert, and there is no civilization anywhere else around there."
He stopped talking and waited for Nick to respond. Nick didn't disappoint. "I can't just sit here and not do anything. I must find something to do about this."
"I understand how you feel. I have lost two other archaeologists before, and I don't want to lose anymore. However, in those dangerous areas, it is not smart to just wander around blindly. We must wait for the experts in the area to do their work. I'm sorry I don't have any better news for you."
Nick shook his hand and headed home.
It was two days later when he got a call from Thornton. "Nick, I am sorry about this, but Hezbollah just delivered a message with some of our people's clothes. They are sad to confirm the death of the four archeologists. They do not have the bodies still."
Nick collapsed into a heap. He got a bottle of whiskey and didn't remember the next two days.
The university held a memorial for Mary, just like they had for him. He could only hope she was alive but hiding.
The professor tried to get him out of the hole he had dug for himself by asking Nick to tell him about what he found in the gap.
Nick told him about the tribe, but left Tai out of it. It just didn't seem right, somehow. After telling him his story, he said he wasn't publishing anything about them. He didn't want them disturbed. The professor wasn't happy about that.
"You understand the entire point of the university paying for this expedition was so we could publish and recoup our costs."
"I do understand. But I must be general enough that no one can find them by what I say. They are simple people. They are not like the other five tribes that have interacted with civilization. They would not survive. They took care of me when I was delirious and helped me recover. I am not going to have the modern world bulldoze over them."
They were at an impasse. After much discussion, he agreed to write a report that does not accurately give any location notes.
The first thing he had to do was find a new place to live. He needed a place with the room to try and grow the flowers he had brought with him. He decided to go out of the city and find a small house he could rent that had room to grow plants. He wanted an indoor growing area.
He finally found what he wanted up the Hudson Valley from the city. It was a small house that had a large garage attached. It was half a mile from his next neighbor.