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To Touch Poison
Book: To Touch Poison Read Online Free
Author: L. j. Charles
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physical strength. She did better in a fight with more room to maneuver. Know your weaknesses, Kaimi. Take advantage of your strengths.
    She puffed out a sigh and zipped the duffle closed. The survival knife would do for now, but she’d be adding a Busse Boss Jack when she had a chance. Correction. Made a chance. Kaimi had been jungle-trained when she lived with a local tribe while working on her dissertation. There was no way these Army boys would be able to track her. Probably.
    Problem was, probabilities could get a gal killed.
    She closed her eyes and focused on her memories of the Amazon jungle. Past experience suggested they’d fly her into Manaus, and then transfer her to a boat for travel up the Rio Negro. There were more than forty thousand indigenous plants that grew in the jungle, but the ones she’d need to continue her research were located in a special reserve area populated by the local tribes who’d taught her about the ground roots and bark they used for euthanasia. And about the plants that might be an antidote. But they were very reluctant to share that information. Interesting how comfortable they were with dying compared to the vast majority of the world’s population.
    “At least it’s early May.” Her words slipped out on a sigh.
    The agent riding shotgun turned to her and hiked an eyebrow. “Nice weather where you’re going?” Again, there was that curiosity.
    “Questions can put you in a body bag, soldier. But no, they’re not sending me to sunshine and surf.”
    The memory of the heat and humidity was so intense that a line of sweat beaded along Kaimi’s spine. “There is no nice weather where I’m headed, but May is the cusp between the dry and wet seasons.”
    Their arrival at Andrews Field was obviously expected, as they were whisked through security, and her bodyguard hustled Kaimi onto a military plane, leaving her with nothing more than a brisk farewell nod.
    A disembodied voice suggested she strap in, told her the projected duration of the flight, and drew her attention to an ice chest with water and sandwiches. A good sign. They definitely wanted her alive. At least for now.
    When the plane hit cruising altitude, Kaimi changed out of her suit and heels, happy to replace them with camouflage gear and boots. She fastened the knife sheath around her thigh, and, after a few minutes of practice thrusts, had a feel for the blade they’d included in her duffle. It would do.
    With nothing but hours of flight time ahead of her, Kaimi focused on eating, hydrating, and sleeping. When they landed she needed to be ready for… anyone’s guess. And wasn’t that the perfect definition of working for a three-letter agency? Only she didn’t anymore. Now she was…military, but without a rank? Or maybe nothing at all.

 
    CHAPTER FOUR
     
    THE PLANE DIDN’T LAND IN Manaus. Kaimi’s first clue: a series of bumps that jarred her spine into a stack of rattling vertebrae. When the plane came to a stop, and her bones caught up with the rest of her, she shouldered her duffle and headed for the door.
    It was opened by a young woman wearing military-issue clothes that were similar to Kaimi’s. The woman grinned. With happiness. It wasn’t the kind of unexpected that Kaimi had prepared for, and every one of her nerves jumped to attention. Who the hell was this woman?
    “Fion Conner.” She stuck out her hand. “I’m team lead for the Megiddo Project.”
    Kaimi took Fion’s hand, and assessed her, ah, boss. Cool, firm grip, but her dark eyes held a large dose of panic. “Xola Muerte. I have no idea what I’m doing here.” It was a lie, partially. But her plan was to gather intel with fake stupidity.
    Fion stepped back. “Your dissertation, relationship with local tribes, and your rather pushy government.” The British accent that hadn’t been noticeable in her greeting was now dominant, but with a lilt of something else Kaimi couldn’t place.
    Politics. How interesting. “So, I’m
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