Chapter 29
The roar of the black helicopter’s rotors acted like a giant hand, flattening the ferns and churning the Rio n***o into a frothing mess of silt and foam. It had no markings, no tail number, just a sleek, obsidian hull that looked like a shard of night fallen into the jungle.
"Thiago!" Adrian screamed over the noise, but our guide was already gone. The barge was empty, bobbing uselessly against the mudbank. Thiago had seen the shadow in the sky and vanished into the treeline, a man who knew when a paycheck wasn't worth his life.
"The barge is a sitting duck!" I yelled, shielding my eyes from the downdraft.
"Into the trees! Move!" Adrian grabbed my hand, and we dove into the undergrowth just as a heavy-caliber machine gun opened up from the helicopter's side door.
The sound w
