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"Who is she Rio? Where"d she come from?" Drake asked.
Rio shrugged. "I don"t know. She doesn"t talk about herself very much." He rubbed bis hands together and looked out into the darkened interior of the forest. "I remember her. I remember everything about her. Sometimes when I"m with her, I can"t tell the difference between the past and the present."
"Does she remember you?"
"I think she does sometimes. I see it in her eyes. And she admits to being just as confused as I am." Rio shoved both hands through his hair. "What have you heard, Kim? Did anyone in the camp give you any information on her?"
"I"m sorry, Rio. They want that money and they"ll turn the forest inside out to get it. Whoever is offering the reward wants her badly."
"She said they wanted her dead," Rio admitted, "but nothing else. She didn"t say why and she obviously believes they"ll keep coming."
"Anyone offering a million dollars is serious," Drake concluded.
Kim shook his head. "Not dead, Rio. They are not to kill her. If she is harmed in any way, the reward will not be paid. I heard Tomas talking to his men. He repeated it several times. They are not to harm her."
The wind blew steadily through the leaves, turning them from dark to silver as the rays of diffused sunlight burst through the canopy. Rio straightened from where he was leaning against the railing, paced restlessly the length of the verandah before returning to stand in front of Kim. "You"re certain of this?"
Kim nodded. "Tomas said she was not to be harmed or they wouldn"t get the money.
He was adamant."
"Rachael said they were trying to kill her. Could she be wrong? She said a cobra was put into her room right before they went upriver. And she left the States under false papers in order to disappear because someone wanted her dead."
"Do you think she"s lying to you?" Drake asked.
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Rio paced a second time, turning the idea over in his mind. Finally he shook his head. "I think she believes someone is trying to kill her. And she doesn"t panic easily, so it isn"t hysteria. If Rachael says someone wants her dead, I have to believe her. It"s possible we"re dealing with two separate factions. Someone is willing to pay a great deal of money to keep her alive. They"re making a big fuss openly, going to the government demanding they find her, and someone else.
Someone much quieter who is working to keep her silent. That person is hiring a.s.sa.s.sins to make certain she doesn"t talk."
"That"s a jump, Rio," Drake said.
"I know it is, but it"s possible. I believe her when she says someone is trying to kill her. Why would a woman like Rachael try to disappear into the rain forest?"
"She"s close to the Han Vol Dan, Rio. You felt it just as strongly as I did.
She"s very close. Maybe it draws our people back to the forest."
"Maybe. I asked her if she heard those words before and she couldn"t remember.
She said they weren"t unfamiliar, yet she had no real knowledge of them."
"It complicates things," Drake said. "It"s a dangerous time for everyone. I"m leaving here tonight. I don"t dare stay around when she"s so close."
"Did you feel it, Kim? Tama?" Rio asked curiously. "You"ve been around our people many years. I practically grew up with you."
"I"ve never been close to anyone during the time of the Han Vol Dan," Kim admitted. "I"ve heard of it, of course. Our elders speak of such things, but to my knowledge, no one other than your people have witnessed such an event." He looked to his brother for confirmation.
"I know of no one," Tama said, "But I did feel the pull of the woman. I thought it was the close proximity. She is very sensual."
Rio winced, but he was used to the open, direct nature of his friends. He felt the churning in his stomach, a sure
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sign of danger. "Yes she is, at least I find her so. It is best if you all leave until this tune pa.s.ses. Drake is right. It"s dangerous to all of us."
"I"ll leave the radio, Rio. We can scout around, pick up the trail, and when we have something, we"ll let you know. You won"t be able to leave her unless this time pa.s.ses."
"We run the mission the way we always run it," Rio objected. "If we start changing things, someone is going to get killed. Let me know as soon as you have something and I"ll be there."
Kim and Tama rose together as if in silent communication. Drake stepped off the verandah to the wide branch.
"Give my regards to your father, Kim," Rio said. "May all the magic of the forest be with you and may fortune be your companion as you travel."
"Good hunting to you always," Tama replied.
"Stay alert, Rio," Drake added as the two tribesmen descended carefully to the forest floor. "I"ll put out the word about the leopard, but you know he"ll be back if he took a contract. It is ingrained in us to never stop. You"ll have to kill him."
"d.a.m.n it, Drake, don"t you think I know that?"
"I know how you are. I just want you to watch your back."
Rio nodded. "You don"t have to worry about me. Say h.e.l.lo to the others."
"You going to bring Rachael to meet everyone soon?"
"I want to give her tune to adjust. Time for us to adjust." Rio hesitated. "I haven"t been around anyone for more than a couple of hours at a time. Even within the unit, I work alone. I don"t know if I can fit someone into my life and make it work."
Drake grinned, but there was no humor, touching his eyes. "I"d be the last man to tell you how it"s done, but I wish you the best of luck." He started down the tree branch, then turned back. "Don"t throw it away, Rio. Not when it"s handed to you like this. Most of us will never have the opportunity."
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Rio nodded and watched the three men disappear into the shadows of the forest.
He stood for a long while breathing in the crisp, clean air, the fragrance of flowers and rain. From habit he raised his head and sniffed the air, scenting the wind. He relied on his own resources to give him advanced warnings of impending danger, but the animals in his territory always aided him.
He coughed, a series of grunts, sending out the word to be carried near and far, from the smallest creature on the forest floor to the honeybees building their giant combs high in the canopy. Wings fluttered overhead, an orangutan moved slowly through the branches looking for better-flavored leaves and b.u.t.terflies swarmed over the ma.s.ses of flowers on the tree trunks. Everyone went about their business, unafraid when there were no intruders in their realm.
Rio opened the door. At once the wind rushed into his house, swirling around, sending the mosquito netting dancing. Rachael lay asleep, her black hair spilling across the pillow. The wind tugged and teased at the silky strands so that her hair moved, beckoning to him. He pulled the door closed and resisted the temptation of lying down beside her. If he were going into action again so soon, he would have to clean all his weapons and make certain he had emergency kits stashed along every escape route.
RACHAEL ate very little and stayed quiet, stroking Fritz"s fur while she watched Rio work. He had more guns and more knives than anyone she"d ever met, and she was familiar with weapons. He used the same care cleaning as he did fixing up wounds, meticulous and steady, not missing a single detail. She watched as he took several sets of clothes and small medical kits along with some of the guns and put them in weatherproof packs.
"What are you doing with those?" Curiosity finally got the better of her.
Rachael was comfortable with silencesand with being alone, but not like Rio. He seemed perfectly fine going hours without saying a single word.
Rio glanced up and blinked, as if he"d just noticed her. In truth he"d been aware of her every move. He was nearly hypnotized by the sight of her fingers stroking the cat"s fur. "I stash the packs along my escape routes in case I"m out of ammo, weapons or need medical supplies. It can be very useful."
"And the clothes?"
"Comes in handy if I need a change," he answered glibly.
"I see. Are you going to tell me why your friend Drake acted so strangely around the cats and why it didn"t bother you? I expected, just for a moment there, for him to suddenly erupt into violence. I think you expected it too."
"Drake has lived in the forest for most of his entire life. We"re very primitive here. We react to things in nature; It sounds a little strange, but if you"re here a long time, you"ll understand." His hands stilled on the knife he was sharpening. "I want you to stay a long time, Rachael."
His gaze was direct as always. Rachael couldn"t have looked away if her life depended on it. His voice was so low she almost didn"t hear him. For a moment she couldn"t breathe, her chest so tight from a mixture of hope and fear. She almost blurted out her first thought. She wanted to stay-needed to stay. Had never wanted a man the way she wanted him. But death was poised over her head and it didn"t care who happened to be in the same vicinity.
"With me, Rachael. I want you to stay here with me."
"You know I can"t, Rio. You know why." Her fingers curled so tightly in the clouded leopard"s fur, Fritz lifted his head and looked at her with his lip curled.
"Then at least want to stay with me. If you could, would you want to be with me?" She belonged with him. He knew it with every breath he took. Knew it with every fiber of his being. How could she not know? Not feel it? It was so clear to him.
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Rachael pulled her hand away from the cat and dragged the cover to her chin. A small protection, but it made her feel in control. Rio stood up in his lazy, languorous way, the one that always reminded her of a feline. Without hesitation he lay down beside her, fitting his body around hers, careful to keep from touching her leg.
The blanket was between them, but Rachael felt his body right through the thin weave. When she took a breath, she took him into her lungs. "You don"t know me any more than I know you. We can"t just pretend we don"t have pasts, Rio, as much as we"d like. I"m not the woman you seem to remember in your dreams, and you can"t be the man I remember. Things like that aren"t real."
His fingers tangled in her hair. "How do you know they aren"t real? How do you know we weren"t together in a past life? Your hair felt just like this, but it was long, to your waist. When you braided it, the braid was nearly as thick as my forearm. I know the sound of your laughter, Rachael, but more importantly, I know what makes you laugh. I know what makes you sad. I know that you have an aversion to monkeys. How would I know that?" He wrapped her curls around his fingers and buried his face against the silken ma.s.s.
"I must have said something, maybe when I had such a high fever. I was probably rambling like crazy."
"Just the opposite. You were so closemouthed most of the time, it scared me.
Sometimes you were barely breathing."
She laughed softly. "I was afraid you were giving me truth serum."
"So I could conduct my interrogation." He lifted his head, his green eyes blazing at her. "Are you afraid of me, Rachael? Are you afraid I"ll betray you for the money?"
She studied his face feature by feature and found she was shaking her head before she could stop herself. "No, I"m not afraid of that."