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The satellite phone rang as Carla and Tanya were racing toward the agreed-upon meeting point well south of Maracaibo. Chad, Duane, and Richie should have long since secured a speedboat and transferred their gear over from the sailboat.
In the last few hours, while they’d been awaiting Estevan’s phone call, the wind had increased sharply and any hint of sunlight had retreated to ride out the storm somewhere happier. And less wet. The first sprinkles had suppressed the dust; the building rain was now turning it all into mud.
Getting out of the city had been tortuous. Vendors were clogging the roads. They had shuttered their stalls against the rising storm and were now trying to drag them to places of safety. Carla came close to killing a spice merchant and hit three different wheeled f
