“Sounds simple,” Lenny said. “Except you left out the part where this guy smells a rat, captures us and feeds us to alligators.”
“That’s crocodiles, Lenny,” Nora replied. “Alligators are in Florida.”
“Well, crocodiles then,” Lenny retorted. “Jesus Christ on a cross!” he exclaimed. “Are you guys nuts or what? Do you think that we’ll be able to waltz in there, traveling, what, 200 miles by road, not get stopped anywhere for our papers, nobody asking what we’re doing there? Why not fly us in by chopper?”
“There’s no place to drop us off where we would be in reasonable striking distance of the mansion besides deep in the jungle,” Turk answered Lenny. “If we get too close, all those soldiers he’s got will be awake and ready to pounce. If we land in the jungle, we might not ever make it there
