“Pops, you have no proof.” 

“The boy is going to betray you,” Pops says as we head to the riverbank.  

“We work on evidence, Sir,” I say, as I follow him out the exit through the secret passageway. 

“We will see.”

I stare at his long white hair from behind. He leads me to the secret water source in Maica. The riverbank has been concealed by him through overgrown bushes. Materials for washing clothes and ...