I don't know what time of the day it is. After I arrived late morning at Cebu International Airport, I called the police in charge. I told him that I want specific details about the case and what will happen to my husband.    It’s an hour later that I find myself face to face with a man by the name of SPO1 Mark Buenaventura. He matches the rough description of millions of men on this planet. Sandy's brown hair kept high and tight in typical, ex-military-turned-police fashion adorns his head, sitting just north of his intense black eyes. These eyes have seen a lifetime of experience already and show as much fatigue as the rest of his face. The detail that I notice the most, though, is how he carries himself. SP01 Buenaventura is a man in charge; this is a man who cares about his work, and this is a man not to be crossed. Despite the lethargy and years of abuse to his body by his line of work, his spirit is matched by none, even deputies half his