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butt on the railing as he gave the guide the finger. “I think you’re just trying for more money and it’s not going to happen, pal.”
    Pedro muttered something in his language to the two porters.
    This one the jungle can eat, Riley interpreted. She didn’t blame them.
    The guide and porters snickered.
    Weston lit a cigarette and glared out over the dark water. The boat staggered again and then, as they were all desperately trying to gain their footing, it gave a huge lurch. Weston fell forward, hanging up for one heart-stopping moment on the railing. Everyone leapt to help him as he hung precariously, arms down, closer to the water.
    Riley caught his belt buckle while Annabel reached over the side to grasp at his arms. The moment Annabel leaned down, arms covering Weston’s, the water came to life, boiling like a cauldron, flashing silver with muddy patches of red.
    “Mom!” Riley cried, reaching for her mother, still holding Weston. His weight was pulling them all forward.
    The others rushed to help as Annabel slipped farther toward the dark, reed-choked water, now boiling with frenzied piranha. There was no blood in the water so the turmoil made no sense. To Riley’s horror the fish began to leap out of the water, hundreds of them, narrow bodies and blunt heads shooting from the river like rockets, the triangular-shaped jaws with razor-sharp teeth snapping open and shut with terrible clacking sounds.
    Although the stories of piranha frenzies abounded, Riley knew attacks on people were quite rare. She’d swum in the water with them on several occasions. This bizarre behavior was extraordinary, as unnatural and unsettling as the La Manta Blanca attack. And just like with the Manta Blancas, it seemed clear the piranha were bent on reaching her mother, not Don Weston.
    It was Jubal who caught Annabel and yanked her back away from the rail, practically throwing her into Gary. Then he caught Weston and hauled him back on deck, too. Instead of being grateful, the engineer slapped at Jubal’s hands, cursing and sliding down to sit on the deck, his breath coming in great gasps. He glared at Pedro and the two porters as if the three men had deliberately tried to murder him.
    The guide and porters both stared at Annabel with a look that made Riley wish she had a concealed gun close at hand. Before anyone could speak, the boat nearly ran aground, and the two natives turned back to their work. A low branch overhead dipped down, and a snake dropped onto the deck with a thud right at Don Weston’s boots.
    “No one move,” Jubal hissed as the snake stared at the engineer. “That viper’s extremely poisonous.”
    Pedro, the guide, turned back, catching up the machete that was always close. Before he could take a step, the viper did an abrupt spin and launched itself at Riley. She stumbled back into her mother. The snake flashed between her legs heading straight toward her mother. Gary Jansen yanked Annabel off her feet and twisted around, holding her in the air while Jubal shoved Riley aside, yelling at the guide, hand up in the air.
    Pedro tossed the machete and in one smooth movement, Jubal slammed the sharpened blade across the neck of the viper, severing the head. There was a moment of silence as Gary lowered Annabel to the deck, holding her steady so that she didn’t fall.
    “Thank you,” Riley breathed softly to both researchers. She didn’t try to hide the fact that she was very shaken.
    Her mother stared at her with stricken eyes. Riley’s world crumbled. Capa, Raul and Pedro looked at her mother with the same look they had on their faces when they’d first seen the viper. They were in real trouble if the guides and porters became hostile toward them. She reached for her mother’s hand and held on tightly.

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    N ights were hell in the jungle. Right at sunset, the buzzing started. It wasn’t as if the insects were silent—they were producing a constant steady drone—but Riley could push the sound away. This