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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.

"How long did they plan to stay down?"

"We've seen no sign of their air bubbles for the last ten minutes."

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

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

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

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

"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?"

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

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.

"How long did they plan to stay down?"

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

"I will, I promise you," Miller said grimly.

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

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.

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.

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

One hour and forty-five minute had passed since Shannon and Miles had entered the sacrificial pool. Any attempt at rescue now seemed an empty gesture. Nothing could save Shannon and Miles now. They had to be dead, their air used up long ago. Two more victims added to the countless number who had disappeared into the morbid waters through the centuries.

"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."

"I will, I promise you," Miller said grimly.

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

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

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