When they're stuck in the Mexican jungle, dodging the
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Elle peered below her legs and saw dirt and small stones
beneath her. She navigated the final steps to the ground and
turned, trying to get a sense of where she was.
Underground. Duh.
Steve—no, now he was definitely Jinx—jumped the last few
feet and took her hand.
“Now what?” she asked. “And why do I get the feeling I’m in
an Indiana Jones movie? You’ve got on long pants, and I’m
wearing—this.” She gestured to her sundress and sandals. At
least they weren’t stilettos, but even the low heels made
walking on uneven ground precarious. Jinx wore sandals, but
they were sturdy leather.
“Could be worse,” he said. “Be glad we’re in the tropics and
not in Antarctica.”
He waved the light back and forth, painting the ground and
walls with the feeble beam of the flashlight. They were
definitely in a tunnel, and it stretched far beyond the
reach of the light.
Elle’s heart thumped. In the darkness, every sound, every
movement, every touch, sent her cop instincts into the red zone.
Jinx moved forward, still holding her hand. “Now, we’d
better get moving or we’ll miss our ride.”
“Ride? We have a ride?” Right. Jinx had said he had backup.
Was he waiting at the end of wherever they were going with a
Jeep? Better yet, an armored tank.
“At least Indy had torches, not a lame penlight,” Elle
muttered as she stumbled over an uneven spot on the path.
She forced her mind away from the potential dangers. Someone
could be behind them. Or in front of them. Maybe jaguars
used this tunnel. Jinx’s hand on her arm steadied her. “Are
you sure there’s a way out at the end of this tunnel? Maybe
it’s a priest hole—a hiding place, not an escape route.”
“If it was a hiding place, it would be much smaller. I’m
saying odds are ten-to-one it’s an escape route.”
“Is this where I say, ‘Never tell me the odds?’” Elle said,
hardly able to believe she was making small talk about
movies. She almost laughed. If she was with her cop buddies,
they’d be telling raunchy jokes. Anything to make light of
an ugly situation.
“Wrong movie,” Jinx said.
“Harrison Ford is Harrison Ford. Who cares if he’s Indiana
Jones or Han Solo.”