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Their room off the team’s suite in the Hotel Ventura had a small private balcony that faced east over the silence of Club Náutico marina, their sailboat, and the lake. The darkness hid any sign of the far bank. There should have been lights from the docks and towns on the far side of this narrowest part of the lake, but they must have been hit by yet another of the rolling blackouts that plagued the country.
Kyle knew the infrastructure was collapsing on every side of the elected dictatorship, but he didn’t want to think about that.
Instead, he sat quietly beside Carla and stared out at the stars that filled the sky. They were a thousand kilometers north of the equator; he’d never been so far south.
“It’s lovely here, isn’t it?” His whisper sounded loud in the still darkness. Not a
