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PARADISE ISLAND
MIDAFTERNOON
Conners stared up at her dazed partner in stunned disbelief. “Spencer?” she echoed. “Mac, what are you talking about? Spencer is dead! We both saw him fall into that dormant volcano in Hawaii two years ago!”
His bewildered gaze still seemed to be focused on something far beyond the shimmering spores’ cave. “I know. And we couldn’t find his body when we searched the Kohala caldera. But he could have hidden in any one of a thousand deep gorges, and we could have passed five feet from him without ever realizing it.”
Suddenly his eyes widened, and she could almost feel the puzzle pieces snapping together in his awakening brain. “Someone’s been here before. The spores remember. A long, long time ago…maybe thousands of years?” He looked baffled. “They measure
