True to her words, the friend she spoke of arrived five minutes later. The moment the black Audi stopped next to us, Imelda approached it, while I craned my neck, trying to see the driver. A puzzled frown graced my face when I noticed how he covered his face. The face cap he had on concealed the little his face mask couldn't close.

Why did he cover his face?

I wondered, gaping at him like a fool.

Imelda turned when she noticed my stare. “Oh, pardon him for this. He has a cold and is afraid of ...