The Amazon by Bob Nailor

Author:Bob Nailor
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: vampire, thriller, suspense, action, paranormal, tribe, the amazon
Publisher: Foundations Book Publishing Company

Chapter Twenty

DEATH IN BOCA

Lieutenant Edson Macedo’s river had been busy. The day the Vera Cruz pulled out, he and his men had rousted a lumbering barge with tons of contraband timber hacked out of the heart of the rainforest. He’d been on the river since midnight, patrolling with the Environmental Police, hot after a boatload of Bolivian poachers. They’d been on their way home with three spotted jaguars, a fifteen-foot anaconda, and dozens of exotic rainforest parrots. The poachers were now manacled below Edson’s deck and their cigarette boat tethered behind.

The sun was barely up and it was Edson’s turn to tie up next to the Vera Cruz at the public dock in Boca do Acre. Paulo’s boat hadn’t been there when he’d left. It’ll be good to see him and find out what he learned about Ana Carvalho, Edson thought. The memory of her walking back to the Vera Cruz that night still traced a path in his mind.

The street market was already going strong. River fish from one to six feet in length were laid out on ice along with fresh milk from a teat. He could see Paulo at the butcher, selecting cuts of beef. Edson surveyed his companion who seemed to direct his every move. You have to give credit to the old rascal, Edson thought. If there is a hottie to pick up, Paulo will find her.

Edson ambled over to the shaded markets for their usual hearty greeting. Paulo’s companion stood several inches taller than he and was unlike any native Edson had ever seen. She wore only uluri, which seemed out-of-place and erotic on such an exotic woman so early in the morning. Black and red feathers hung from long hair tied up on top of her head. Her skin was white, a pale, cold marble white. Her breasts were firm, high, and pointed straight ahead.

The town echoed with murmurs of outrage at her lack of attire.

Paulo stood quietly a step behind, his eyes lowered in silent subservience. Edson couldn’t remember their color but he was sure he’d never seen them so deeply sunken in the face. In fact, Paulo seemed gaunt and pale, to the point of appearing to have lost serious weight since they’d last met.

Father Bora angled his way from the direction of the church. He urgently grabbed Edson’s arm. “I believe we have an agreement, Lieutenant,” he said, nodding toward Paulo’s companion. It wasn’t the first time indigenous people had come into the small community and caused a ruckus among the conservative Catholic citizenry.

“I know, Father. Let’s talk to them together.” Edson knew by including the priest, the town would soon relax. They walked toward Paulo who should have known better.

Paulo stood behind the native, his eyes focused straight ahead at the display of vegetables. The native pointed to items which Paulo purchased. When she walked to another booth in the deep shade, he followed and repeated his actions in a stiff, mechanical fashion.

The woman stepped forward as Edson approached. “We are here to buy supplies for the trip to Manaus.

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