“I represent the company who paid Doctor Thornton a lot of money to do a job. He didn’t live up to his end of the bargain, and I’m here to find out why.”
“He’s lost out here in the jungle is why, you idiot!” She didn’t know where the words came from, because she was more frightened than she had ever been in her entire life. Perhaps she had just enough of her father in her to give her a measure of courage.
The man slapped her, just hard enough to sting. The coppery taste of blood filled her mouth. She spat at him but he sidestepped, and slapped her again, this time on her ear. A loud pop like a bursting balloon made her ears ring.
“No more playing around. I want answers.” He drew his knife and moved in close.
“I won’t tell you anything. You’re just going to kill me anyway.”
“Oh yes. But if you tell me what I need to know, we won’t make it hurt.” He touched the tip of his knife to the corner of her eye. She squeezed her eyes closed and tried to turn her head, but he pressed the blade harder against her flesh. “Open your eyes or I’ll cut your eyelids off.” He didn’t sound the least bit annoyed with her, and that’s what convinced her he would do what he threatened. She opened her eyes to meet his cold, impassionate gaze. “Good. Now, tell me how you found this place. Did you follow us?”
“Yes. We tracked you.” It was technically true, though not the whole truth.
“How about the river? You can’t track us on water.”
Kaylin couldn’t think of what to say next. Her lips moved, but no sound would come.
“Tell me, or I take out your right eye.” The man brandished his knife.
“Fawcett’s map,” she gasped. “We followed it until we found your tracks.”
“You’re lying. We have Fawcett’s map. You couldn’t have followed it.” He grasped her right eyelid and yanked it up. She couldn’t pull her head away, no matter how she tried. The tip of his knife touched her eyeball and she broke. A swift death might have been one thing, but torture was something she wasn’t prepared to endure.”
“Okay! Okay! We also found the book.”
“The book.” The man sounded like something important was falling into place. He didn’t take the blade away from her eye, though. “Tell me everything and tell me fast, and you keep your eye.”
Tears poured down Kaylin’s face as she hastily told the man about Fawcett’s other map, and about the copy of The Lost World that one of his descendants had preserved. She was ashamed of her weakness, her moment of bravery evaporated in the face of mortal fear. She should have held on to that fighting spirit, but she couldn’t. This wasn’t like books or movies — the terror was real, the knife was real, and the possibility, no, the probability of her death was real, too. As much as she wanted to hold back information, she was too afraid.
“After you get past the last landmark,” she gasped, “which we don’t have…”
“We already have it,” the man snapped. “Go on.”
Tears trickled down her face. She tried to summon the courage to resist, but the razor sharp knife hovering inches from her eye made that impossible.
“You have to follow the path of five steps…”
Chapter 23
Dane heard voices up ahead, and saw someone or something moving away from him. He crept forward, his Walther at the ready.
“Do whatever you want to her,” a voice called, “but make it fast. Meet me beneath the stone outcropping.”
Her? That had to mean Kaylin. His suspicions were confirmed moments later when he heard her cry out. Moving quickly and silently, he caught a glimpse of blonde hair, and heard her whimper.
“Easy. You don’t want me to cut you, do you?” The heavily accented English had to belong to one of the guides with ScanoGen’s group. Careful not to be spotted, Dane ducked behind a tree and peered around it.
Kaylin was being held by a tall, dark-skinned man. In one hand, he had a knife pressed to her throat, and was pulling up her shirt with the other. Half of his head was obscured by Kaylin’s. It was a small target, but it would be enough if he was fast.
He stepped out, Walther in a two-handed grip. The man spotted him and froze for a split-second. That was enough.
Dane’s first bullet took him in the eye, and Kaylin pushed the dead man’s body away as he fell. Weeping, she ran to Dane, who swept her up in his arms and held her tight.
“We’ve got to get behind cover,” he whispered, moving backward. “We don’t know who might be coming. There’s the natives, and now these guys to contend with. Are they ScanoGen?”
Kaylin nodded. “Maddock, I’m sorry, but I told them about the Path of Five Steps. That guy, he was going to cut my eye out. I’m so sorry.”
“It couldn’t be helped.” He pulled her close. Their one advantage over ScanoGen was now gone, but he couldn’t expect Kaylin to hold up under threat of torture. It was stupid to have brought her here in the first place, no matter what she said.
“I did lie to him about one of the steps. The one about Rome. That might help. I just couldn’t do more. I was so afraid he could tell I was lying. I’m so sorry.” There was a longing in her eyes, and he knew she wanted him to tell her all was forgiven.
He managed a sympathetic nod. “What matters is you’re all right. We need to find the others quickly. Did they take your gun?”
“I think the dead guy has it.”
Hastily, they retrieved Kaylin’s knife and pistol from the dead guide. As she tucked the knife back into its sheath, they heard the sound of many feet shuffling through the underbrush, coming right toward them.
“It’s those zombie native freaks,” she hissed. “They must have heard the sound of your gunshot.”
“Let’s go, and be sure to stay with me this time.” Dane took her by the hand and together they took off in the direction of the waterfall.
Bones trained his M16 on the figure hiding behind the bush. It wasn’t one of the natives, but an attractive woman with short, black hair and skin the color of dark chocolate. She was dressed in fatigues and armed with a Makarov. This must be Tam, the ostensible leader of the ScanoGen group. She was good with a handgun. Bones had already watched her put a bullet through the skull of a charging native at fifty feet.
Of course, she was no SEAL. Bones was now twenty feet away from her and she had no idea he was there. He could take her out any time, but it suited him to let her waste her bullets taking out the natives while he waited here by the foot of the waterfall for Maddock and the others to arrive.
Also, something told him there was more to this girl than met the eye. He kept coming back to the fact that she’d set Andy free instead of killing him. Also, Andy implied that the ScanoGen crew didn’t truly accept her as a leader. Something was stinky in Dodge, or however the saying went. Perhaps there was a rift in the ScanoGen group — one big enough for him to worm his way into. He decided to take a chance.
“Don’t move a muscle.” He kept his tone low, just loud enough for her to hear. She didn’t flinch. She kept her body still and turned her eyes in the direction of his voice. “Don’t even think about it, sweetheart,” Bones added. “Doc freakin’ Holliday isn’t that fast.”
“I can’t see you, but I can tell where you are by the sound of your voice. I put enough bullets in the air, one of them will hit you.”
“Look, chick,” Bones said, knowing how much women hated being addressed that way. “First of all, we can sit and talk all day and my concentration won’t lapse one bit. That’s a promise. Second, you’ll have a bullet in your skull at the first sudden movement you make. Now, open your hand and let the gun drop.”