Chapter Eight
The flight ended in Jakarta, where they changed planes, boarding a twin engine prop plane that would take them into the jungles of the remote Indonesian habitat. The view from the plane reminded Mariel of a fairyland, an endless carpet of emerald green, chartreuse, and jade—verdant color, miles deep with the hue of mystery. What had drawn her here? Made her so bold to invite herself on this trip, when she could just as easily found other tropical climates to enjoy, risk free? Jack was not a risk free lover. But wasn’t that exactly the point—Albert was risk free, his over-simplified, ordered life would have kept her safe. But, obviously, she didn’t want safety—running to the sordid life of his brother should be proof enough. This was no longer an innocent lark, a moment of s
