CHAPTER 34
The next few days passed as if the ship were adrift. Michael was left alone, no matter where he went. No one told him their new course, or even if they had one. The motion of the sun overhead told him they were headed south. Presumably Argo was on its way out of the Gulf of California, maybe returning to San Francisco, the expedition over. Or just seeking a port of call where he could board a plane for home before he could cause more trouble.
All around him people went about their business, but magically vanished as he came near. Even Naïda had withdrawn to the point that he could barely sense her presence, and he didn’t try to reach her, either. Anger welled up whenever he thought of her. There was more to his near-fatal accident than she was willing to reveal, and her betray
