Chapter 7
There were times that Jesse wished he had the common sense that God gave a gopher. First thing he’d done at the house was track down Ricardo Manella—wonders of a phone listing. And it had spun out of his control from the first moment.
“Colonel Gibson referred you? Well, isn’t that just so interesting. Yes, Isobel and I would love to meet with you, but we’re leaving the country in a few hours. Not exactly sure for how long—could be just a day or so. Could be longer. How about we meet for dinner? There’s a wonderful spot right by the airport.”
“We just came from the airport, sir,” and having just gotten Hannah to the ranch, he wasn’t planning to backtrack all across San Antonio. If he did, the next thing he knew they’d be all the way back in the Colombian jungle as if yanked by
