“Where are you going?” Austin said.

Zavala looked at the clock. “The night is young. Two devilishly handsome and eligible bachelors sitting in their room talking about dead whales and hot water. Not healthy, amigo. I saw a beautiful woman in the lounge as I passed by. She looks as if she could use company.”

“I thought you were giving women up.”

“A momentary delusion caused by my injuries. Besides, I think she had a friend,” Zavala said. “And there's a good jazz band playing in the lounge.”

Austin's appreciation for cool jazz came right after his love of beautiful women and fast boats. A tequila and lime juice night cap would taste mighty good. To say nothing about female companionship. He grinned and closed the cover on his laptop computer.

NUMA 2 - Blue Gold

CHAPTER 5

“How do you like your meal?” Dr. Ramirez inquired.

Paul and Gamay exchanged glances. “It's wonderful,” Gamay said. Indeed it was, she thought, surprisingly so. She would have to tell St. Julien Perlmutter, naval historian and gourmet, about this exotic dinner. The thin, tender slices of white meat were spiced with local herbs, accompanied by rich, dark gravy and fresh sweet potatoes. Dinner was served with a respectable Chilean white wine. Oh God! She'd been in the jungle so long she had developed a taste for roast tapir. Next she'd be craving howler monkeys.

Paul displayed his Yankee bluntness. “I agree. It's terrific. We'd never guess it would be so good after seeing the men carry that odd-looking beast in from the forest.”

Ramirez put his fork down, a puzzled expression on his face. “Beast? The forest-I'm afraid I don't understand.”

“The tapir,” Gamay volunteered hesitantly as she glanced down at her plate.

Ramirez looked stunned, then his mustache twitched and he broke out into a deep laugh. He brought his napkin to his lips. “You thought...” He started to laugh again. “Excuse me. I am a poor host. Amusing myself at the expense of my guests. But I must assure you that this is not the animal you saw being trundled in from the hunt. I bought a pig from a neighboring village for this feast.” He made a sour face. “Tapir. I can't imagine what it is like. Perhaps it's quite tasty.”

Ramirez poured more wine and raised his glass in a toast. “I will miss you, my friends. Your company has been most enjoy able, and we have had many delightful conversations around this table.”

“Thank you,” Gamay said. “It has been a fascinating experience for us. Today may have been our most exciting day, however.”

“Ah, yes, the poor Indian.”

Paul shook his head. “I can't get over the sophisticated nature of all those gadgets he had with him.”

Ramirez spread his palms apart. “The People of the Mists are a mysterious tribe.”

“What do you know about them?” Gamay said, her scientific curiosity aroused. Before she attained a doctorate in marine biology from Scripps Institute of Oceanography, she had been a marine archaeologist and had taken many anthropology courses during her studies at the University of North Carolina.