Chapter 108

• THE whine of an engine slashed through the dense jungle like a machete, growing louder as it neared the village. Dasan straightened and swiped the sweat off his brow, his gaze narrowing on the spot where the narrow jungle track opened into the clearing.
• Without a doubt a vehicle was churning its way up the trail that was little better than a quagmire following yesterday’s torrent that had pounded the Yucatán.
• He’d known there would be severe damage. But he hadn’t realized the village would be this devastated.