She sat on the bed in the room that was now theirs — a bed that Gabriel had brought in from San Salvador, since they’d both agreed they couldn’t possibly sleep in the bed that had once been Vicénte’s — and stared down at the shiny new satellite phone she held in her hand. Both the bed and the satellite phone had appeared out of nowhere, although she guessed orders had been sent down to San Matías and had been quietly filled, just as they always had been. Ava might have suspected Gabriel of snapping his fingers and having them appear, except that he’d told her his gift of teleportation only worked on people, not inanimate objects.
Vicénte was safely installed in an expensive private room in a clinic in San Salvador, and the newly powerless former elders had disappeared into the rainforest
