“You’re serious.” “I’m going to e-mail you a ticket.” “What about a hotel room?” “I have a connection at the city’s best resort,” Michael told her. He picked her up personally at the airport in his Ferrari Testarossa. “I googled you,” she told him, as she climbed in. “Happy with what you found?” “Surprised.” “Why?” “Because I couldn’t figure out for the life of me what someone like you would be doing playing Navy SEAL in French Guiana.” “Can you keep a secret?” “Like what?” “Me. No one can ever know of how we met or what happened in that jungle. No one can ever know of my involvement or interest in your activities. Consider me a secret partner, and a friend,” Michael said, and pulled into traffic. “I never expected you to call.” “I have my reasons.” “Archaeological reasons?” “An archaeological and historical mystery. The origins of a relic handed down to me by my family,” Michael elaborated, leaving things at that.
