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Peter
We’re about to start our descent into Bogotá when Julian gets the news.
“That’s odd.” He frowns, staring at his phone. “Diego just emailed me that there was a shootout with unknown intruders at the northern edge of the estate. Nobody got hurt, and the intruders disappeared back into the jungle before they could be captured. He sent out a team to look for them, but no luck so far.”
I get up, my pulse kicking up as my instincts go on full alert. “Who would try to breach your compound like that? And what would they be doing in the jungle at night?”
“Exactly.” His face darkens as he stands up and heads to the pilot’s cabin, the phone pressed to his ear. “I’m calling Nora.”
I follow him as he covers the distance with long strides, ignoring the questioning looks on my teammates’ f
