Bones and Kaylin sat in the boat with him. He had not wanted to bring Kaylin into this dangerous place, but she had informed him that, should he leave her behind, she would mount her own expedition, and probably get herself killed doing it. He knew she was serious and had relented, though he had briefly contemplated marooning her on Botswain Bird Island until this was over. If he was honest with himself, he wanted her with him. He felt guilty about that, but it was what it was. He’d sort out his women problems later… much later.
Up ahead, Simáo, their guide, piloted a craft identical to the one in which they rode. Willis and Matt rode with Simáo. Only Corey had remained behind in the city of Cuiabá. He had protested, but not too vehemently. Everyone agreed he would best serve them as their link to civilization via sat phone, and could also be a go-between to Jimmy, should they need his assistance.
It had not been easy to secure a guide. There were plenty of cons in the region who would get a party lost and then demand payment to lead them back out, or who would conspire with friends to rob or even kill a party of explorers. Dane and his crew could take care of themselves, of course, and given the information Jimmy had assembled by cross-referencing Fawcett’s map with satellite imagery, could probably find their way to their destination, but an experienced guide could get them there much faster. Since they had to assume ScanoGen had a good lead on them, they needed to move as quickly as possible.
It was a shame that Victor had not been in any condition to provide any helpful information which might have sped up their progress, though. After leaving his home, they had gone about hiring their guide. A priest in Mato Grosso’s capital city of Cuibá had given them the names of three guides whom he knew to be reliable men, and directions to the frontier town where they could be found — the same one in which Victor and his mother resided. The first two had been interested at first, but had flatly refused when Dane had shown them a map with their probable destination marked. Neither had given a reason for his refusal, but had simply walked away.
The final candidate, Simáo, had been hesitant at first, but finally agreed, saying his wife was pregnant and he needed the money.
“Are you watching where you’re going?” Kaylin’s voice cut through his thoughts. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and a few loose strands whipped across her face in the gentle breeze. “You look like you’re in a trance.”
“Just thinking about things. How about you?”
“I was just wondering what’s waiting for us out there. What do you think Simáo meant when he said the ‘Dead Ones’ live in the area where we’re going?”
“It’s probably just a nickname for one of the native tribes, but it might even be one that has avoided contact, and thus legend has grown up about it. That happens here. Mato Grosso is basically the size of France and Germany put together, and very little of it has been touched by modern man.”
“That’s fine by me,” Kaylin said, looking out at the dense greenery that lined the river.
“Me, too. The fact that such a huge place has seen so little exploration means that there really could be undiscovered people or places hiding right under the noses of modern man.”
“So you think there really could be a Kephises out there waiting to be discovered?”
“Crazy as it sounds, there just might be. More likely, there’s a more mundane explanation for it. Perhaps a tribe with a higher than usual prevalence of albinism sparked the legend of a lost civilization of European origin.”
“That would be boring.” Kaylin winked to show him she was kidding. “Whatever is out there, I hope Thomas found it, and we find him. I can’t explain it, but even though I’m no longer sure he and I have a future together, I need him to be okay. Does that make sense?”
It made a lot of sense to Dane. He already felt guilty for playing both sides of the coin with Kaylin and Jade. If the situation was reversed, and something were to happen to Jade, his having feelings for Kaylin would make it feel a thousand times worse.
“You do realize you’re doing way more than you’re obligated to? Thomas can’t possibly have expected a college art professor to go trekking into the Amazon after him.”
“We’ve already had this discussion, Maddock. Yes, he probably imagined I would sort out the clues and then send someone in after him, but I don’t care. I’m already on the expedition with you. There’s no point in arguing about it now.”
“That’s not my point.” Why did she always take his words and turn them in an entirely different direction than he intended? “What I’m saying is, no matter what happens, you’ve done all you can do, and then some. You have nothing to feel guilty about. Life is too short to live with guilt. Besides, there are no guarantees. It can be over in a flash. Thomas had a dream, something that drove him, and he went for it. If the news is bad, don’t beat yourself up for the rest of your life. Don’t let guilt stop you from being happy.”
Kaylin looked surprised and a little upset, but then her expression softened. She was about to say something when Bones called back from the bow.
“Hey Maddock, are there piranha in this river?”
“Some. Why?”
“Because if I have to listen to one more minute of this relationship talk, I’m swimming for it.” He pulled the brim of his Washington Nationals baseball cap down low over his eyes, folded his hands across his chest, and leaned back against a sack of provisions. “Besides, it annoys me that you obviously don’t understand irony.”
Kaylin flashed a wicked grin, gave Dane a satisfied look, and turned to look downriver. “How far do you think we’ll have to go?”
“I don’t know. The Xingu runs north all the way to the Amazon. Could be a long way.” He thought about it. “Thanks to modern transportation and roadways, no matter how badly in disrepair, we’ve already covered a distance that took Fawcett a month or more to trek. We’ll just see how it goes.”
The sun beat down on them as the day wore on and the heat of the Amazon shrouded them like a blanket. Dane kept a close eye out for danger, especially the human sort. According to Simáo, the natives in the area through which they would initially travel were usually easy to deal with, provided one treated them with courtesy and respected their lands. Dane was more concerned about the threat posed by ScanoGen. He had no doubt they too were following Fawcett’s trail, and he wondered what resources they might bring to bear.
By late afternoon, however, the only potential threat he had spotted was the occasional black caiman peeking up out of the water, dark eyes and black, scaly skin gleaming in the sunlight, but the deadly reptiles all kept their distance from the boats.
Up ahead, in the lead boat, Matt waved for him to pull up alongside of them. Dane brought his craft around to their starboard side and slowed to match their speed.
“Simáo says he thinks the first landmark should be up ahead. If we’re reading the map correctly, we’ll have to make a short portage.”
“No problem,” Dane said. “I’m ready to stretch my legs anyway.”
When they rounded the next bend, everyone sat up straighter. Bones raised the bill of his cap and took off his sunglasses to get a better look.