CHAPTER 17By the time they had finished dinner, the sun had dropped well below the horizon, and the swampy jungle turned pitch black. Not even shadows of nearby foliage could be seen, despite the small campfires that now danced next to the two tents on opposite ends of the clearing—even though all four of them were gathered together around one camp and its fire. Mara thought it was like camping in space without any stars, and the thought made her look up. There were stars, but the moonless night sky lacked the wattage to illuminate the planet.
Wattage. A gadget geek’s word. It had seemed forever since her most challenging problem was a broken bowling-ball shiner.
“If you think about it, it’s amazing the four of us have come together at this time in this place,” Diana said, sitting across
