The stench of stale water felt heavy in his lungs. The chanting above them had stopped while a growing round of applause erupted from the crowd of onlookers now gathered at the lip of the cenote. Even the dancers were smiling down at them, laughing. “What? This was all for show?” KC spat, flingin...
Friedman was quick to explain—greeted Lori and the group near the entrance of the Museo Nacional de Antropología. After a brief inquiry inside, they were directed to curator, Frederico de Gala Espanoza, who genuinely welcomed them into his office, obviously curious about the five Americans who’d ...