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Nathan. "May I introduce you to Dr. Rand? Dr. Nathan Rand."

    "It seems we've already met," Kelly said with an embarrassed smile. "But he never offered his name."

    Nathan sensed something unspoken pass between Kelly and Manny. "What's going on?" he asked. "What are you searching for upriver?"

    She stared him straight in the eyes. Her eyes were the most striking shade of emerald. "We came to find you, Dr. Rand."

Two

Debriefing

    AUGUST 6, 9:15 P.M.
SAO GABRIEL DA COCHOERIA

    Nate crossed the street from Manny's offices at FUNAI and headed toward the Brazilian army base. He was accompanied by the Brazilian biologist and Professor Kouwe. The professor had just returned from the hospital. Nate was relieved to hear that Tama was recuperating well.

    Freshly showered and shaved, his clothes laundered, Nathan Rand felt nothing like the man who had arrived here only hours before with the girl. It was as if he had scraped and scrubbed the jungle from his body along with the dirt and sweat. In a few hours, he went from a newly anointed member of the Yanomamo tribe back to an American citizen. It was amazing the transformational power of Irish Spring deodorant soap. He sniffed at the residual smell.

    "After being so long in the jungle, it's nauseating, isn't it?" Professor Kouwe said, puffing on a pipe. "When I first left my home in the Venezuelan jungle, it was the bombardment upon my senses--the smells, the noises, the furious motion of civilization--that took the longest to acclimatize to."

    Nathan dropped his arm. "It's strange how quickly youadapt to the simpler life out in the wilds. But I can tell you one thing that makes all the hassles of modern civilized life worth it."

    "What's that?" Manny asked.

    "Toilet paper," Nathan said.

    Kouwe snorted with laughter. "Why do you think I left the jungle?"

    They crossed toward the gate of the illuminated base. The meeting was scheduled to start in another ten minutes. Maybe then he'd have some answers.

    As they walked, Nathan glanced over the quiet city and studied this little bastion of civilization. Over the river, a full moon hung, reflected in the sleek surface, blurred by an evening mist spreading into the city. Only at night does the jungle reclaim Sao Gabriel. After the sun sets, the noises of the city die down, replaced by the echoing song of the nightjar in the surrounding trees, accompanied by the chorus of honking frogs and the vibrato of locusts and crickets. Even in the streets, the flutter of bats and whine of blood-hungry mosquitoes replace the honk of cars and chatter of people. Only as one passes an open cantina, where the tinkling laughter of late-night patrons flows forth, does human life intrude.

    Otherwise, at night, the jungle rules.

    Nathan kept pace with Manny. "What could the U.S. government possibly need with me?"

    Manny shook his head. "I'm not sure. But it somehow involves your financiers."

    "Tellux Pharmaceuticals?"

    "Right. They arrived with several corporate types. Lawyers, by the look of them."

    Nate scowled. "Aren't there always when Tellux is involved?"

    Kouwe spoke around the stem of his pipe. "You didn't have to sell Eco-tek to them."

    Nate sighed. "Professor..."

    The shaman raised his hands in submission. "Sorry. I know...sore subject."

    Sore wasn't the word Nathan would have used. Established twelve years ago, Eco-Tek had been his father's brainchild. It was a niche pharmaceutical firm that had sought to utilize shamanic knowledge as the means to discover new botanical drugs. His father had wanted to preserve the wisdom of the vanishing medicine men of the Amazon basin and to insure that these local tribes profited from their own knowledge through intellectual property rights. Not only had it been his father's dream and purpose in life, but also the culmination of a promise to Nate's mother, Sarah. While working as a medical doctor for the Peace Corps, she had dedicated her life to the indigenous people here, and her passion was