“Ah, it was probably disposed of by some overzealous lab assistant, no doubt, who thought we were finished with it. Not much was left of it. And so we shall inform Dr. Perez.”
“Will he demand the assistant be fired?”
“No one will be fired.”
“But—”
Carlos gave me a droll look. “Would he seriously expect someone to step forward and confess?”
“He’d be an idiot if he did.”
“And Perez is no idiot. At any rate, they’ll all deny knowledge of it.
“But he’ll still have something.” Sam looked so angry I expected to see steam shooting from his ears. “All the samples.”
“Nao importante.”
“Not important? Not important? How can you say that?”
Carlos just shrugged. “I have what I need, I think—samples and photographs—and if I should need more, well, perhaps I will get up another expedition to that cavern where we found the directions to the Lagoon of Dreams.”
“But what about Perez?” Sam was almost frothing at the mouth.