temples.
âHelluva thing to break to his daughter,â said Gordo.
âI need verification.â
Silence.
Spenser imagined his partner scratching his beard and then rubbing the back of his neck.
âIâll find Kaneâs guide,â he finally said. âIf not tonight, then tomorrow.â
âIâll wait for your call.â
âSure you will.â Gordo disconnected.
Spenser tossed the phone on the bed and glanced at his watch: 10:15 p.m. At this hour Gordo was trolling bars, known hangouts for guides and thrill-seekers. By 1:00 a.m. his friend would be three sheets to the wind and feeling no pain.
Sober and miserable, Spenser fell back on his rented bed and stared up at the cracked ceiling. Forthe umpteenth time in the last five hours, he thought about his outing with River. Heâd been a bastard, but heâd wanted her to understand the danger associated with Llanganatis. He hadnât told her everything heâd learned from Cyrus about her dadâs cursed expedition, because he wasnât sure how much was true. Cy was a good man, but eccentric. The treasure hunterâs eccentric nature had made him the odd man out. Heâd been known to embellish stories simply to garner attention. His take on Kaneâs expedition had been troubling. Spenser had wanted to spare River the gruesome detailsâreal or imagined. Even though she played the tough chick, on the inside she was a wary lamb. The dichotomy was a powerful aphrodisiac. The entire time that heâd been trying to warn her away, heâd ached to hold her close. To kiss away her worries. Kissing River was fast becoming an obsessive fantasy.
He closed his eyes and groaned.
Love at first sight was a curse all its own.
The antiquated TV and ineffectual air conditioner droned in the background, along with the muffled sounds of the street. He was blocking memories, craving tequila and damning River Kane when his cell rang.
âWhat?â
âNice greeting.â
âWhat do you want, Jack?â His best friend and soon-to-be official brother-in-law. In truth, Spenser knew what the man wanted.
âI want to know youâre okay.â
âIâm okay.â
âYouâre in Baños.â
âSo?â
âYou swore off that town. Swore off that legend.â
âI donât care about the legend.â
âLiar.â
âWhat do you want, Jack?â
âYour sisterâs on my ass. About you. About River.â
âRiverâs fine.â She, too, was holed up in her room. Thinking or sleeping or watching TV, and no doubt cursing Spenser. Heâd booked the room across from hers. The two times sheâd stepped out, heâd stepped out, too. Both times sheâd glared, done a one-eighty and slammed her door in his face. The scent of laundry-fresh bug repellent had lingered in the air, taunting him as keenly as Chanel 5.
âI spoke to Gordo,â Jack said. âHe told me who Riverâs dad is and where you think he might be.â
Shit.
âAre you going after Professor Kane, Spense?â
âIâm going to drive River to the nearest airport and put her on a plane bound for the States.â The sooner, the better. âThen Iâm going to get back to business and search for El Dorado. Iâve got a show to film.â He hoped.
âWhat about Kane?â
âThe authorities are aware heâs missing. If they learn anything of consequence, theyâll contact his daughter.â
After a tense pause, Jack said, âYouâre an expert onthat region, that legend. If Kane used Valverdeâs guide or even that other guyâs mapââ
âBrunner.â
âYou could probably find him. Dead or alive. At least River wouldnât be left wondering. Alsoâ¦maybe you could find closure yourself, Spense.â
âFace my demons?â
âWhatever it takes to move on.â
Spenser swung out of