Owen pulled a candy bar from his shirt pocket and tore the wrapper open. Looking out from the window of the Lírio do Rio"s bridge, he surveyed the rain-swept river, wondering if continuing the expedition was the wisest thing.
The ship"s captain, Lino, stepped away from the helm and came beside him. “I"m told your anthropologist is quite the mechanic.”
Owen glanced at the man and nodded.
“Tell her, I said thank-you,” he said, then added, “Last night a friend of mine heard the FARC passed through do Içá. He believes they"re expanding their territory southward. Are you sure you want to take your friends into the forest?”
Owen eyed Lino"s thin, bronzed face looking for … what? He didn"t know … a reason to turn around maybe? But the classified data they"d hacked into said otherwise. “Down s
