not knowing where they were or what was going to happen to them.
“You are free to wander the estate, though I would stick to the cobblestone paths. After all, we are in the middle of a jungle.” He turned and headed back down the hall.
Emily stared after him. “And what exactly was that supposed to mean?” she asked Robert.
“Exactly what it sounded like,” Robert said. “Wander too far and you’ll be eaten.”
She took one last look at the door before following them back into the main room. Still, she might just prefer to take her chances in the jungle.
“Mr. Escalante will be with you shortly,” Snake said, then left the room.
Emily let out a sigh of relief as he disappeared from her view, then turned to Robert. “Do you think this Escalante guy is in charge of the Doctors Without Borders program? Is that why we’re here?”
“Would be nice, but I doubt it.”
So did she, but she couldn’t help hoping. “What kind of a name is Snake anyway? Why do you think they call him that?”
“Maybe his bite is poisonous,” Robert said as he studied the grounds outside the windows.
“Yeah, or maybe he can squeeze the life out of you with his monstrous hands.”
Robert turned to her, his eyebrows raised.
She got up and started to pace. “I’ve been kidnapped and brought to paradise by a man named Snake and I have no idea why, or what’s going to happen next, or if I’m going to get to go home, or live, or breathe ever again.”
Robert walked over to her and patted her back. “You’re hyperventilating.”
“I am not!” she insisted.
He cocked an eyebrow that reminded her of an indulgent father reprimanding his young.
She couldn’t say she liked it much. “All right, maybe I am…just a little.” She didn’t know if she heard his approach or if she just felt his dark stare, but she turned to find a large man filling the doorway. Once he had their attention, he strode into the room with the casual ease and confidence of a general commanding his troops.
“Dr. Fletcher, Dr. Armstrong, thank you for coming. I’m most appreciative of your help,” he greeted in a strong booming voice.
“We weren’t given much choice,” Robert said. “Mr…?”
“Escalante. But, please, call me Baltasar. I’m sorry if we worried you. Circumstances dictated the necessary action. I assume your drive from Caracas was comfortable?”
“Why exactly are we here?” Emily asked abruptly, somewhat disconcerted by his slicked, black hair or perhaps it was his piercing gaze; either way her skin was crawling.
Baltasar’s eyes met hers and pinned her to the floor. “I need you to help my son.” He sat on one of the long leather sofas, leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. “If I may get to the point, my son, Marcos, is very sick. I’m afraid he’s dying. I need your help to make his last days as comfortable for him as possible.”
Emily took a deep breath and sat in a chair nearby.
“He is my only child,” Baltasar continued. “I love him greatly and can’t stand to see him suffer.”
The pain widening his eyes gave Emily’s heart an uncomfortable squeeze. Against her will, she softened toward the man. But only a little.
“I will make it worth your while,” he said with a great deal of sincerity.
Emily couldn’t help wondering how much of it was real. He was obviously a man who knew what he wanted and exactly how to get it. “Of course we can help your son,” she responded, trying to maintain a professional distance. “That’s why Dr. Fletcher and I came here, to help the children.”
He gave her a warm smile.
“But,” she added, and couldn’t help cringing as his smile stiffened. “As beautiful as your estate is, we’d prefer to help your son at the clinic in Santa Maria de Flores.”
“I’m afraid Marcos can’t be moved,” Baltasar said, standing. “Now, please, come and meet my son.”
His gaze slid over her, sizing her up. She couldn’t say she liked it.
“If you don’t mind, Mr. Escalante,” Robert said without making a move to join him at the door. “What exactly is your son’s illness?”
“Marcos was born HIV-positive, which has been further complicated by his hemophilia. I’m afraid his illness has progressed to AIDS. It’s been very difficult for all of us and after he lost his last doctor…well, you can see why I’d view a pediatric hematologist with Dr. Armstrong’s impeccable credentials as a blessing, and her arrival here in Venezuela as a gift from God Himself. What better doctors could He have sent than the two of you to look after my son?”
Emily blinked. She understood the pain parents of terminally ill children suffered, but hoped he wasn’t reading more into their presence than there was. They were doctors, not miracle workers. “Dr. Fletcher and I will do whatever we can to help Marcos. I’m truly sorry for what you’ve had to go through, and for the difficult road that lies ahead for your family.”
Baltasar smiled, took her arm, and wrapped it around his own. “You, Dr. Armstrong, are an angel.”
Either that or a tremendous fool, she thought. She set her mind to focusing on the child as they walked down the hall, and not on their predicament. As they entered the room, Emily was surprised to see it rivaled any at Vance Memorial back in Colorado Springs. Mr. Escalante had provided his son with the best medical equipment available.
“Will you have everything here that you need?” he asked.
“More than enough,” Emily said, looking around. A side door opened and a woman dressed in a nurse’s uniform walked in pushing a little boy in a wheelchair. His emaciated body didn’t detract from the love and laughter in his large brown eyes. “Papa!” he greeted.
“Hello, Marcos.” Baltasar knelt down to be at eye level with his son. “I’d like you to meet your new doctors. This is Dr. Armstrong and Dr. Fletcher.”
“Buenas tardes,” Marcos said.
Emily smiled. “Good afternoon to you, Marcos.”
Baltasar stood. “And this is Marcos’s nurse, Marguerite.”
The nurse smiled pleasantly then walked over to Marcos’s hospital bed and turned down the covers.
“Mr. Escalante—”
“Baltasar, please.”
Emily gave a slight nod. “Baltasar, do you have Marcos’s medical records for us to look at?”
He looked pleased at her question. “Absolutely, right over here.” He opened up a drawer and removed a thick file. Emily took it from him. “Please read
