“How could they go bad?” she turned to him, innocently sure of herself.
“All right.” He seemed concerned, but less so as he saw the clear resolve in her expression.
A rustle of leaves behind her, she turned, seeing Carlos standing opposite her, coming out of the jungle. For a moment, she thought she was hallucinating his image. But as he moved forward, his face twitched, his hands clenched and flexed, and he even spoke her name, “Mariel.” He turned to Jack only when he was upon them, “Are you prepared to give her up for the next three days.”
“I don’t renege,” her companion responded. “Besides, she wants you and I have too much work to do to keep track of her.”
A brief conversation continued, flying over her head as some unintelligible nonsense. She was interested only in the outcome
