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"It's still early." Chaco sighed. "So what's the problem?"

"Good luck to you, Juan. I'll stand by the radio at this end."

In Chachapoyas, Chaco pulled out a handkerchief and mopped his face. He was a man of order. Unforeseen obstacles or problems irritated him. If the two stupid Americans drowned themselves, there would be a government inquiry. Despite Chaco's influence, the Peruvian news media were bound to make an overblown incident out of it. The consequences might very well prove to be nothing less than disastrous.

Chaco caught his breath, closed his eyes for a second. "Doesn't sound good, my friend. This is not what we planned."

Where had it come from? Miller wondered, his spirits rising. It obviously didn't have the markings of the Peruvian navy. It had to be a civilian craft.

"All we need now," he muttered to himself, "are two dead archaeologists in the pool."

Miller checked his watch again. "Twenty-seven minutes ago."

Then with shaking hands he gripped the radio transmitter and began sending out an urgent call for help.

"All we need now," he muttered to himself, "are two dead archaeologists in the pool."

"The nearest naval facility is at Trujillo. I'll alert the base commander and go from there."

Chaco caught his breath, closed his eyes for a second. "Doesn't sound good, my friend. This is not what we planned."

"Not possible," Chaco replied helplessly. "They're still in transit from Miami. Their plane isn't scheduled to land in Lima for another four hours."

"How long did they plan to stay down?"

Miller said nothing. There was nothing more to say. He broke contact with Chaco and hurried back to the silent group of students, who were staring down into the sinkhole with dread.

Where had it come from? Miller wondered, his spirits rising. It obviously didn't have the markings of the Peruvian navy. It had to be a civilian craft.

Then with shaking hands he gripped the radio transmitter and began sending out an urgent call for help.

Miller said nothing. There was nothing more to say. He broke contact with Chaco and hurried back to the silent group of students, who were staring down into the sinkhole with dread.

"Can you send the dive team ahead by helicopter?" asked Miller.

"It's still early." Chaco sighed. "So what's the problem?"

Chaco caught his breath, closed his eyes for a second. "Doesn't sound good, my friend. This is not what we planned."

"All we need now," he muttered to himself, "are two dead archaeologists in the pool."

"Keep me informed of any new developments."

Miller said nothing. There was nothing more to say. He broke contact with Chaco and hurried back to the silent group of students, who were staring down into the sinkhole with dread.

"It's still early." Chaco sighed. "So what's the problem?"

Chaco caught his breath, closed his eyes for a second. "Doesn't sound good, my friend. This is not what we planned."

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