We actually saw the squad of soldiers coming a minute before our neighbor’s signal. And like he thought they tackled his home first.
The Captain and Tomas had plenty of time to hide themselves in the tunnel.
When the soldiers finished banging around our neighbor’s home, they regrouped outside, conferred briefly, then entered our dwelling.
Elijah stood immovable in the middle of the great room. The soldiers ignored him, peppering me instead with their questions.
Because we are obviously foreigners, I believe they stayed longer than at our neighbor’s, scouring through our things.
At long last they departed, and when they did, they took the guards at the crossroads with them.
Our friends emerged, having spent the whole time praying.