Chapter 44

“I’ll need Dr. Avila’s phone number.”

“You don’t have it in that little black book of yours?”

Well, that answered my question about the favor Father had spoken of.

“No, Dr. Avila and I only spent a few hours together after his lecture.” I tipped my head and observed him under my lashes.

Father frowned. He put down his glass, went around his desk, and took out a sheet of notepaper. Then he scribbled down two phone numbers. “The first is his office at the Institute of Antiquities and Archaeological, Biological, and Maritime Studies in Manaus. The second is the private line to his home in Rio.” He handed the paper to me.

I glanced at the numbers, then folded the paper in half once and then again, and slipped it into my pocket. “Thank you, sir.”

Silence fell heavily on the room.

Jensen opened the door. “Excuse me, madam. Dinner is served.”

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