“Another day in Paradise… ” sang Hugo Winsor as he half danced through the door. He waltzed over and grabbed Sherrie around the waist and whirled her around. Hugo just returned from the beach checking out some of the newer lifeguards on the stands. Sherrie laughed as they danced across the room. Dane poured a cup of coffee from a fresh pot, smiled and took a sip.
“You guys will never make Dancing with the Stars,” he laughed. Sometimes he wondered about those two. They made the perfect couple but knowing Hugo, Dane had to tell Sherrie to run away and run fast. Hugo loved the ladies and the ladies loved Hugo.
The phone rang.
Dane took a quick sip and grabbed the phone. “Beach Patrol Headquarters, Skoglund speaking.” Dane’s smile began to fade as he listened. He put down his coffee and sat down.
“Mr. Skoglund, this is Ben Jamison in Brazil. I’m the Base Camp manager of the Finley Expedition in Brazil. You are Mr. Dane Skoglund, brother of Dana Finley, correct?”
“Yes, I am,” a clearly concerned Dane answered. “Is there a problem?” Dane knew there was. This guy Jamison was not calling just to say hello.
“I’m afraid there is. We lost contact with your sister and her husband’s expedition,” Jamison explained. “We last talked to them several days ago by radio and haven’t heard from them since.”
“I see. Any chance of this merely being a radio issue?” asked Dane.
“Mr. Skoglund, I wish it were but I don’t think so.”
“Please call me Dane, Mr. Jamison. What makes you think that?” queried Dane.
“You can call me Ben. We got a message from Randall Finley three days ago. He reported their position and related that they ran into a group of armed men deep in the jungle. I checked with the local authorities and they are not aware of anyone in that area.”
“So you think those men have something to do with you losing contact?”
“Yes, I do. I don’t have anything specific but it is not like Randall or Dana to drop out like that. There must be something very wrong. Besides, not only did we lose radio contact but their GPS system went dead as well.”
Dane sat up straight and tried to figure out what he could do. The look on Dane’s face caused Hugo to notice.
“What’s up, Boss?” he asked, walking over to Dane’s desk. Sherrie also turned and started over.
“My sister may be in trouble,” Dane said quietly to Hugo, holding his palm over the telephone. “They lost contact with her and her husband in the Amazon.”
Hugo frowned and turned away. “Damn, that jungle can be a bitch.” He looked at Sherrie, who was just coming over, and said, “Dane’s little sister is missing in the Amazon.”
“Missing? What do you mean missing? They can’t find her?” Sherrie’s questions were coming fast and furious. Sherrie met Dana about a year ago when the Finleys stopped over in Miami for a few days of rest and recreation before going to some other god-awful place. Dana and Sherrie hit it off like sisters. While Dane and Hugo helped Randall with a few things, Sherrie and Dana went shopping and did those other girl things that brought them closer.
“We don’t know yet,” said Hugo, talking to Sherrie while keeping a watchful eye on Dane. “Dane is talking to someone on the phone in Brazil right now. We’ll know more in a second.”
Sherrie pursed her lips and walked over to the huge window overlooking the beach. Hugo followed.
“You all right?” he asked.
“I don’t know. Dana is a good friend. She’s like a sister. I am scared.”
They stood side by side while Dane talked with Jamison on the phone.
“Ben, who else have you contacted besides me?” asked Dane.
“As I said earlier, I have talked with the Brazilian authorities. Frankly, they were no help at all. They want to take a wait-and-see attitude, the useless bastards. Oh, sorry, I meant they were no help.”
“Not a problem, Ben. I know how you feel,” Dane said.
Ben continued, “Their take is that they can’t go running off into the jungle every time some group of scientists stubs their toe and are late getting back to their base camps. I also spoke with Dr. Edmund Dukes at Princeton. He is in overall charge of the expedition from the university’s side. He has contacted the State Department and other contacts in Washington, D.C. The Feds are poking around and making some official contacts with the Brazilians as well. But all of this takes time, as you well know.”
“Yeah, and Dana and Randall may not have the luxury of time,” Dane said with a clear note of concern. “So what is the next step?”
“Well, I’m the only one down here at the moment. I’m covering the base camp and handling communications. So to be honest, I’m as helpless as tits on a boar hog. That’s why I wanted to call you to get your input.”
“So you have not contacted anyone else in our family?”
“No, Dane. I thought it best that I talk to you first. I got your contact info from Dukes.”
“Thanks, Ben. I appreciate your calling me first. I will handle the rest of the family,” Dane said quietly, still deep in thought.
“Dr. Dukes is ready to send more folks down as soon as possible. He is waiting to hear back from me after I talk with you,” said Ben.
“What are they going to do?” asked Dane.
“Well, we do have the last GPS coordinates from Randall from a few days ago. Dr. Dukes wants to send a group into the bush to see what they find.”
“I‘m not sure that is a good idea. If Dana and Randall are really in trouble with some renegade group in the bush, sending in another bunch of folks is probably not the best thing to do. Kinda like sending more lambs to slaughter,” said Dane.
“I agree,” answered Ben. “But I really don’t know what else I can do.”
After about ten more minutes of conversation, Dane thanked Jamison and hung up.
“Well, Boss, what gives?” asked Hugo seriously. Sherrie was right on his heels.
“Evidently, Dana and Randall are back in the jungle and ran across a group of armed men. They called their base camp and reported the situation and told the camp manager that they were going to lay low and backtrack their trail to get away. Their last radio contact said they saw the men but the men didn’t see them. That was three days ago. No one has heard from them since. Ben Jamison, the base camp manager, called the expedition management at Princeton, who opened up some communications with the Brazilian government and the U.S. State Department. Jamison thought I should know as well. He wants me to let my parents know.”
“What are you going to do?” asked Sherrie.
“Not much I can do now,” answered Dane, staring at the desk. “Not much I can do but wait.” Dane picked up his cell and walked over to the door to the balcony. “I need to let my parents know. I’ll be out here if you need me,” he said as he stepped out onto the outside balcony.
Dane stood on the balcony for a few seconds looking at the beautiful beach. It is so peaceful here. But he wondered to himself what was going on with his kid sister. She had to be all right. He went through his iPhone’s contact list, found his parents’ number and pressed the number. It was still early in Washington State but he had to get this done now.
“Hello?” a bright, chipper female answered the phone.
“Hi, Mom. This is Dane… ”
All in all his parents took the news well. Without any specific information Dane’s dad felt Dana and Randall encountered radio issues and would be back at base camp any time now. Dane’s mom agreed although she fostered a higher degree of concern but didn’t show it. Dane felt better now that his parents knew the situation, but he did not hold the same level of confidence as his parents. But he was not going to tell them that. He told them he would keep them abreast of the situation as he learned more and hung up. Hugo and Sherrie were waiting on him as he walked back in from the balcony.