John was adamant that Interpol, Scotland Yard the Vietnamese government and whoever else could help be brought in to find Lea. The feeling of total helplessness was dulling his senses to the point of distraction.
How could everything have gone so badly he asked himself? And although he thought highly of Bill as a journalist he was resentful that he had ultimately been the cause of this entire and wretched situation.
The conversations he'd had with Bill had been strained from the moment he arrived because he felt like he wasn't getting the entire story. Maybe his journalistic intuition if you will, be he needed answers...and he needed them fast!
All that played over and over in John's mind was the conversation that he had tried to have with Lea when she had intially brought up the idea of coming to Hanoi to try again with Bill.
Perhaps if he had been more adamant that she not come out here then none of this would be happening right now, "I should have just put my bloody foot down and blocked this from the start" he thought angrily to himself.
Inactivity seemed to rule the current situation, and as the hours ticked by, the more anxious and inwardly distraught he became...
Nothing but a bloody mess...but what he dreaded most was the call he had been putting off to his sister Glenda. What could he say that wouldn't trigger a nuclear meltdown?
