“Is something the matter?” Fin asked me.
I shook myself and stuffed my phone back in my pocket. “My boss won’t pick up the phone,” I told him.
“That’s rather unkind of him,” Fin commented.
I snorted. “That’s an understatement. . .” I grumbled. I ran a hand through my long brown hair and sighed. If the whole world was a board room I would feel comfortable, but out here in the jungles of the entire modern world was a different adventure entirely.
“What will you do now?” he wondered.
I shrugged. “Go on to Glasgow and hope to find my guide somewhere. My boss didn’t even say where I was supposed to meet him.”
An evil smile slipped onto Fin’s lips. “Perhaps I might have a better suggestion,” he told me.