Chapter 19

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​‌⁠"What did he say?" I asked, not quite catching the burst of rapid-fire Spanish from the cockpit. The explosion of expletives had included the word navegacion. Something about malfunction.

God help us.

Alan Dupre's helicopter reminded me of the disintegrating taxis on Guatemala City's potholed streets. The vibration in the passenger compartment was so violent it made my teeth chatter. My stomach felt