Chapter EighteenA runway cut into the middle of the jungle on the side of a mountain? “It can't be. There's no settlement down there. Why would you set a plane down in such a place?”
“Why would you hide lists of numbers in the cover of a book a hundred years old?” Adreana countered. “There's a clear defined airstrip down there, meaning we aren't the first to come looking. If there's a settlement maybe its inhabitants live under the canopy. Papua New Guinea is full of tribes who have barely any contact with the outside world. You won't know unless you land and we have a look.”
“We've come this far,” Samantha agreed. “Strap yourselves in. The landing could be rough. I'll circle around and land up the slope, if I can land at all.”
Samantha tugged on her straps, making sure they were as tig
