The Edge of Trust: Team Edge by K. T. Bryan

Author:K. T. Bryan [Bryan, K. T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Suspense, Fiction
ISBN: 9781475160031
Google: HR5pLwEACAAJ
Amazon: 1475160038
Publisher: CreateSpace
Published: 2012-04-05T12:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Journal Entry

Took a chopper deep into the jungle of the Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta mountains today. Landed in La Ciudad Perdida--The Lost City. Ha. Lost would be a needle in a haystack. This is complete isolation. Entire place is damn near swallowed whole by the jungle, but once you’ve arrived, once you see it, it takes your breath.

A thousand shades of green shimmer and blend into mountain and valley. The air is raw and wild, thick and ripe with life, the tangy smell of plants, the sweetness of flowers, the lack of humanity.

Out of the river rise over a thousand stone steps, slick and nearly smothered by moss, and they go up, up, up straight to the mist-shrouded peak. And yes, even though we landed high, I made the trek down, just so I could say I made the trek up.

At any rate, Sanchez had a meet but I wasn’t invited to the party. I’ll admit, that still grates. It would’ve been excellent intel if I’d gotten a name or a face.

But I couldn’t and I didn’t, so instead I played spotter and spy.

Spotter, for Sanchez. Spy for the U.S. You can bet your ass I took mental notes.

Happy to say, no one bothered us, not the guerillas, the paramilitaries, or even the Colombian government. I’m sure this has more to do with the SBC’s reputation plus the fact that some of the Sanchez money has seeped into those wallets than any kind of actual good will.

The cocaine labs in this area are about as low-tech as they come. Bare cement, plastic tarps for cover, muddy splats for gasoline storage. Easy to figure why. Vast and rugged terrain. Crazy dense jungle. Nothing and no one coming or going. So farmers plant coca and hope that maybe they’ll have money to eat, eke out a living, even an illegal one, to help ease the poverty. I think they’re too busy trying to stay alive to even consider the end results, the addicts, crime, or kids on dope.

Maybe I’m wrong. Either way, I won’t judge. Not here. Not when I have a belly full of food and shoes on my feet.

Really wish, though, I’d have seen who met with Sanchez.

Sanchez I’ll judge. No question. ~~ D.C.

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The voice came from their left and Dillon whirled in that direction, his gun leading the way. “I’m getting a little tired of being called an asshole.”

Jake had his gun trained squarely at Dillon’s chest.

Stumbling back off the porch, Sara yelled over the thunder, “Jake! Dillon’s innocent!”

The men advanced on each other and circled like two boxers in a ring. Dillon shot Sara a cautioning glance before turning back to Jake. “Actually, I’m guilty. But the killing was justified.”

Jake shrugged. “That’s not what the news says.”

“The news is wrong.”

“How do I know? Heard you went dark. Maybe you’ve changed.”

“Maybe I haven’t.”

“Prove it.”

They kept circling each other, neither willing to concede.

“Sanchez set me up.”

“Why?”

“I have something he wants.” Dillon knew this confrontation had to do with

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