Spy Hard

Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Lazy drops drummed a unique rhythm on the emerald leaves. Not rainnot yet, just the humid air weeping in the South American rain forest. Ripened fruit dropped from the mango trees, one nearly hitting a capuchin monkey. The animal jumped aside with a shriek, which sent a flock of parrots flying from the canopy, redblue wings flapping. The soft and harsh noises blended into perfect harmony, pulsing with lifethe morning song of the jungle.A few hundred yards to the east, boots splashed in the shallow water of the ravine. Guns clinked against the water canteens on the mens hips. The intruders must not have heard the jungles music, because they didnt even try to fit in, creating disharmony.Mochi perched halfway up the kapok tree, his feet dangling a hundred feet above the jungle floor. Hed sneaked out of the village at dawn to spy on the new batch of baby monkeys, hoping to spot one without a mother, an orphan he could take home. Since a jaguar had stolen his pet dog in the spring, the mud hut where he lived with his three mothers seemed empty.But the monkeys dashed off the moment those boots came too close for comfort. Slow minutes passed before the six men came into view, then stopped to rest right below Mochi. He stayed to see what they were about, even if his mothers would be awake by now and looking for him. When he got home, nothing would save him from a good beating. He bristled at that. Nobody seemed to appreciate that he was now the man of the family.An accident at the diamond mine up north had killed his father three months ago, the same week that his oldest brother had been shot by the drug lord who controlled their village. His three middle brothers had been taken more recently by a curse from an angry jungle spirit one of them had stepped on accidentally. A potion from the witch doctor could have helped, but the witch doctor had been on his annual pilgrimage. So the spiritcurse disease spread through the family, nearly taking Mochi, too. The witch doctor had come back in time to save him, but hed been too late for the others.He was still weak and now hungry. A line of lemon ants marched up the trunk not far from him. Not much, but enough to take the taste of hunger out of his mouth. He stood on the wet branch to reach them, balancing on bare feet.He would never have slipped if a small part of the jungle spirits curse wasnt still wedged somewhere inside him, making his legs unsteady. He grabbed the branch, his feet scrambling in the air for only a second before they found purchase. He barely made any noise at all. But one of the intruders below looked up, right at him.A dark smile spread on the mans face.He weighed the mango in his hand, then threw it hard. The missile hit Mochi square in the middle of his chest, and the boy lost his perilous perch in the tree.A kid was the deadlast thing Jase Campbell needed in the middle of this particular undercover op. He swore under his breath as he watched the boy drop. The soft leaf carpet and the kids age, meaning flexibility, saved him from any broken bones, as proven by his quick recovery and dash into the trees.Most of the men were too tired or too lazy to do anything about it. Mercenaries of the biggest crime lord in the area, they were returning to camp after a weeklong trek through the jungle, tired and sweaty. They just wanted to sit for a second and grab a bite to eat.Alto! But Alejandro, having gotten the kid out of the tree, took off after him.Which left Jase no choice but to follow. Not that he knew what he could do without blowing his cover.He watched where he stepped as he ran. Even a small scratch from a broken shaft of bamboo could cause a fatal infection out here; the bite of a poisonous snake would mean nearinstant death. He didnt have to look up to know which way Alejandro went. The idiot made enough noise for a deaf man to followfirst with his feet, then with his wheezing. Hed h