Molly nodded, but Claire saw her swallow hard.
“Here, drink this,” Manny said, “It will ease your pain.” He lifted her head and put the bitter tea to her lips.
As Claire drank, Molly said, “Are you sure about this? I mean, what if…”
“It"ll be alright.” Claire glanced up at Manny, mouthed the words, “Time to go.”
Manny squeezed her shoulder then he and left Molly and her alone. A moment later the tea began its work, and the room began to spin into a spiraling miasma of distorted images.
Owen veered toward a sheltered inlet off the main channel three kilometers east of Santo Antonio do Içá. He wasn"t sure where the cartel"s operation boat was docked in town and he wasn"t interested in finding out the hard way. He spotted an opening between the waving river grasses, and gunned the boat u
