Heart Of The Amazon
Hot, humid--no, make that wet--air clung to her like a second skin. Kate Collier dabbed a tissue along her brow, over her cheeks, then her upper lip. The second she stuffed the tissue back into her black purse, perspiration popped out on her face again, putting a new layer of dampness on top of the old.
Where is the Blue Dolphin?
She scanned the street--if she could call the pothole-riddled single lane of packed dirt a street. She was beginning to think she needed a guide to find the guide the hotel had given her directions to over a half an hour ago. It wasn't as though this place was a major city. Probably no more than two thousand lived here, if that. But she had wandered the streets of Mandras, Brazil, and was going to have to admit she was lost. Like her brother. That thought spurred her on. She needed help.
Turning the corner, going farther away from the more civilized parts of Mandras--and that was a generous usage of the word civilized--she saw the sign at an angle, barely held up by a rusted chain at one end. Blue Dolphin Bar. Bar? The hotel hadn't said anything about her going into a bar.
Oh, my! This would ... read full excerpt from: Heart of the Amazon ebook
