more than a distraction and she didn’t want to have the conversations that most men seemed to want to have. They gave up on her because she didn’t give them enough. It wasn’t sex she couldn’t provide, but it was something she didn’t understand, something they couldn’t describe to her.
Jordan looked as if he hadn’t been shot at. Brand new suit and tie freshly-pressed and a million-dollar smile scratched across his jaw. She looked at him and then turned away quickly as if she had looked straight into the sun. She was embarrassed; she really didn’t want to see him after she laid into him in the ambulance and going through the series of fake smiles while parading through the hotel was another event that delayed her getting her shit in order. As well as he knew her, he didn’t know her enough to realize she needed some time.
It wasn’t every day that she was attacked by terrorists at a dinosaur-themed resort.
He could still sense her need to be away from him. He spoke to Wayne. “We’re going in. Security is tight. It’s situation normal around here. Nobody has a clue what happened, and we need to keep it that way. We’re going to take a look around. Lots of action in the main lobby. Not many people stick around the hotel during the day, so we have it to ourselves. I told everyone else in the crew to take a break, get some rest. Might fly them all back tomorrow. Just us from here on out, I think.”
“Sounds fine,” Wayne said.
Jordan’s eyes locked with hers for a moment, then he looked away.
7
The last time Jamie had been to a shopping mall, she had been on a date—this was in junior high—and when she caught Mike Richards on his phone with another girl while she was inside GNC, she waited until he went to the men’s room, stalked in there after him, and shoved his head into a toilet. She was banned from the mall after that, which was a shame, because it was an outdoor mall and she would have gone back.
The lobby of the hotel reminded her of the mall. A wide-open, sprawling mega center of loiterers who sat on benches or browsed aimlessly in stores.
“This,” Jordan said, motioning at a pet shop with animals wandering around in display windows. They moved quickly over straw bedding, scampering and climbing over plastic trees. Scaly and lizard-like, moving on strong hind legs with arms that were half the size, jaws outstretched, beady eyes roaming around the cage, head tilting as if they were attempting to catch a distant melody from a concert being played far away.
“Baby raptors,” Wayne said.
Jamie looked at him. “You mean like in Jurassic Park?”
“I think so.”
“That’s just a movie. And those things…”
Two weeks ago, Jordan had mentioned he wanted her to come along on a trip to Dinosauria, a brand new vacation resort that was nearly as expensive to visit as a trip to Mars. Cloned dinosaurs? Sure. Whatever. There was mention of a T. rex at the airport. Instead of a T. rex , they had been greeted by terrorists. Now, she wanted to see one.
This was real.
Fucking dinosaurs.
“How is this even possible?” she asked.
Jordan tried to answer her. “That’s what we’re here to find out. And a few other things. Remarkable, isn’t it?”
“Those babies are going to grow up and bite someone’s head off.”
“No. They’re…wired somehow. I don’t know for sure how it’s done. And I don’t think they grow up to be as big as the ones in the movie. I’ve read a few summaries and reports on how they do things, but it’s a bit over my head.”
Great. He was oblivious, or holding things back. He seemed to have an idea they might find something like this here. Either way this didn’t help his cause much.
“This is some kind of big joke or scam, right?” she asked him. “And that’s why you’re here. To expose it.”
“If you’re wondering about the dinosaurs themselves, they’re real. As real as it gets. But if you’re wondering about conspiracies