Chapter 3
They’d moved along the riverbank in silence.
Hannah typically traveled deeper in the jungle—away from the river—where the tall trees shadowed the undergrowth out of existence. But they needed a boat. A canoe. At this point she’d take a log raft. That meant sticking close by the water to watch for one and fighting their way through the snarled mass of undergrowth that survived on the sunlight reaching deep into the river valley. Along this stretch of the Rio Naya, “a town” might be two huts and three canoes. Shifting farther into the jungle, it would be too easy to miss.
A helicopter, maybe a couple of them, buzzed by, well to the north.
“The Night Stalkers are looking for us,” Jesse noted. “About time. Black Hawk and a pair of Little Birds by the sound. Too bad we’re not stil
