Elyse still in danger, her mother was in trouble, too. The only way to make this right was if he could get both women free.
When he jumped off the final step, he estimated that the others had about a thirty second lead. With Daeng not far behind him, he sprinted down the looping path through the vending area, and toward the street.
But as he took the final turn, he stumbled to a halt.
He was too late.
The same gray cargo van that had been parked by Bell’s building in the outskirts of the city was now pulling away from the curb.
“No!” he yelled.
He whipped his head around, looking up and down the road. There were several taxis parked off to the right, but a four-wheeled taxi wouldn’t do him any good. What he wanted was—
—a motorcycle.
It was parked at the side of the road. Its owner was sitting on the curb, eating. The guy wasn’t wearing one of the familiar orange vests, though, so it was a pretty good bet his ride wasn’t a motorcycle taxi.
Logan sprinted over to him. “Speak English?”
“Yeah,” the guy said. “I speak.”
“I need to use your bike.”
He laughed. “You kidding? No way.”
Logan pulled out a thousand baht note and held it out to him. “You can drive.” With his other hand he pointed at the rapidly receding gray cargo van. “They took my friend!”
The guy looked at the van, then back at Logan. “Serious?”
“Yes.”
As Logan got onto the back of his bike, Daeng ran up. “Let your friends at the bottom know we’re going to need them,” Logan said.
He nodded, then pulled out his phone.
“What’s you name?” Logan asked his new driver.
“Kai.”
“Okay, Kai. Let’s go!”
42
The road between Wat Doi Suthep and Chiang Mai followed the contours of the mountain down to the plateau where the city lay. The hillside was covered with tropical vegetation. With the exception of where there was a roadside business or home, the plants and trees came right up to the edge of the road, sometimes even creating a partial canopy over the top.
It would have been beautiful if Logan had had time to pay attention, but his focus was on spotting the van that was somewhere ahead of them, not on the local flora. He kept his eyes glued over Kai’s shoulder at the asphalt ahead. If this had been a straight road through a flat countryside he would have seen them right away. But the curves severely shortened his visual range.
Finally, after another sharp turn to the left, he saw the van, then pointed at it.
Kai said something.
“What?” Logan asked, unable to understand.
“What you want do?” Kai yelled.
“Go around him,” Logan said. “And keep going fast all the way to the bottom.”
“Why bottom?”
“I have friends waiting there.”
“Okay.”
Kai gunned the engine, and within seconds they were whipping past the van. Logan made sure not to look at it as they went by, so that those inside wouldn’t know he was interested in them. Soon the van disappeared behind them, swallowed up by the bends in the road.
It had taken Logan and Daeng twenty minutes to climb the mountain to the temple earlier, but the trip down on Kai’s motorcycle took no more than five.
“There,” Logan said, pointing to a wide spot on the side of the road that Daeng had described to him earlier.
They pulled over, and Logan immediately hopped off. He then pulled out another thousand baht note from this pocket gave it to Kai.
“Thanks,” Logan said.
“You need more help?”
Logan shook his head. “Trust me. You’ve done more than enough.”
“Okay, if you sure. Good luck,” Kai said, then took off.
Daeng had told Logan there would be five of his Burmese refugee contacts waiting at the wide spot if they ended up needing them. So Logan was a little surprised to find nine of them there. It seemed the only ones missing were the kids and a couple of the others.
He pointed at the two cars parked nearby. “Yours?”
“Yes,” one of the man said.
“Who’s driving them?”
He signaled for a couple of the other men to join them, and Logan quickly explained what he wanted to do. The main guy had to do a little translating for him, but they all got the gist of it.
“You guys okay with this plan?” Logan asked when he was through.
“Okay,” the main guy said. “No problem.”
“Excellent. Then they should get ready. It’s almost time.”
The two drivers got into their cars, and started their engines.
“Just tell me when you want them to go,” the headman said.