Jones said. “He won’t find you.” “But he’ll find you,” Ken countered. Jones shrugged. “Fair enough. I wouldn’t trust me, either.” “Oh, come on.” Molly was exasperated. “Stop trying so hard to be dangerous,” she said to Jones. She aimed her absolute confidence at Ken. “You can trust him. I trust him. He’s not going to sell you or anyone out to Otto Zdanowicz.” Savannah recognized the set to Ken’s mouth, and knew he wasn’t going to be convinced. But Molly was stubborn, too. “Look, the part for the Cessna’s going to get here sooner or later. Why make Savannah walk all that way when she could fly? She could stay here and, I don’t know, Ken could go out in the jungle and lead Zdanowicz on a wild goose chase. If they think you and Savannah are out in the brush, they’re not going to come looking here. I really think you need to consider it. Her feet are pretty badly scraped up.”
