Amazonia by T. Jefferson Parker

Author:T. Jefferson Parker
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction / Crime, Fiction / Mystery & Detective / General, Fiction / Thrillers / General
Publisher: Little, Brown and Company
Published: 2016-09-06T04:00:00+00:00

I found Mr. Troels still hiding under his desk in his office. I dragged him up by his shirt, pulling so hard it ripped at the shoulder seam.

“You knew this could happen!”

“Don’t be an ass, Mr. Fodder. How could I not?”

“They kidnapped a tourist!”

“Tourists are all they have left. They have already taken all the good young men from town. As I’m sure you noticed.”

It struck me that I’d been passed over by the Amazons, found somehow lacking. I remembered the hard inspection that she gave me. Whatever that magnificent warrior woman was looking for, she did not find in me.

“Why?” I asked. “What will they do to him?”

“Whatever they want, I suppose. We assume they populate their nation in this way. And perhaps provide nutrition. We don’t really know much about how they live. No man has ever returned.”

“How often do they come?”

“The average is once every eighteen days.”

“Amazons.”

“Correct.”

“Who you thought would be a good Authentic Adventures attraction?”

“No, no, Mr. Fodder. The Amazons are no more than local colors—ask anyone! Just nuisances, like feral cats or bears of the campground. It was always our beautiful beach that I believed in most. What did you think of it?”

I let go of him and went to the window and looked out. The canoes were disappearing into the flat silver horizon. The town seemed to be back to normal, except for the hundreds of arrows bristling from the sides and roofs of the buildings. I saw no blood and no injuries. Little groups of townspeople, most still holding their y’aps, had gathered on the street corners, looking back toward the beach and pointing, apparently recapping the events. A band of little boys raced through the streets, pulling arrows out of doors and walls, laughing, clutching thick handfuls of the stone-tipped weapons.

Turning back, I glared at Mr. Troels with a fury that was new to me. “Get me out of here, Troels.”

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