Off the Grid
“He couldn’t understand a word they were saying because they were speaking Arabic.
The door flew open and Ibby strode inside. His face was flushed red and his eyes sparkled with emotion. He looked embarrassed. Saeed came in after him and closed the door behind them. The room suddenly seemed much smaller.
“I’m so sorry this happened,” Ibby said to Nate. “Are you hurt in any way?”
“No.”
“Good, good. Is it true that your camp was attacked by someone last night?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have any idea who it was?”
Nate nodded toward Saeed. “Ask him.”
Ibby stared at Saeed, who held his glare. In Arabic, Ibby fired off a flurry of angry questions. Saeed continued to shake his head no. Saeed’s face was impenetrable, Nate thought. He couldn’t tell if the man was lying.
Then, calmly, Saeed explained himself.
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