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March 24, 2019
Rio Chama, New Mexico
Myriam waited until Ramsey’s rental car disappeared down Rio Chama’s dusty main street before making the call. The deep baritone voice on the other end said, “Did he take the job?”
Myriam hesitated. She didn't know if Ramsey would take it or not. The way he brushed off any of her subtle probes to see how he felt suggested he didn’t want it. And then there was their history. His body language seemed to be screaming that he still hadn’t forgiven her for never coming to his aid personally after Peru. Yet there was something about the way he had stood beside his car looking off in the distance toward the shrine that intimated he was interested in uncovering the facts behind the mystery. Then, after Rosa spoke with him, he turned his car around and hea
