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Shacks rose above the city of Caracas. Some burrowed into the hillsides while most balanced precariously on toothpick stilts. Painted in a rainbow of dingy pastels, they turned the slant of land into an eerie chessboard of light and shadows.

“Your sense of fashion and mine are quite different, Cal. But I’m learning to appreciate your style.”

Julia stepped from the rented Jeep. She wore a black Lycra top and matching pants. Both fit like a second skin and were surprisingly comfortable.

Flecks of broken glass and torn papers flashed dimly in the spattering of yellow streetlights.

“Just stay focused. This isn’t a place where you want to get distracted.” Cal cast a sideways glance, his eyes resting a few moments on her freshly scrubbed features, the short ponytail, before skimming over the soft curve of her backside. “Or be distracting.”

“Dutifully noted.” Ignoring the flash of heat in her belly, she sidestepped the path of one particularly erratic rat that scampered across the narrow dirt road. A scurry of shadows burst from a nearby garbage pile. Revulsion slid up her back, worked the knot between her shoulders. “Who are we meeting?”