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*** FROM USA TODAY & MILLION COPY BESTSELLING AUTHOR J. ROBERT KENNEDY ***
IN THE DEPTHS OF THE AMAZON, ONE OF THEIR OWN HAS BEEN TAKEN!
Days from any form of modern civilization, Archaeology Professor James Acton awakes to gunshots. Finding his wife missing, taken by a member of one of the uncontacted tribes, he and his friend, Interpol Agent Hugh Reading, try desperately to find her in the dark of the jungle, quickly realizing there is no hope without help.
And with help three days away, he knows the longer they wait, the farther away she'll be.
And the less chance there will be of ever finding the woman he loves.
From USA Today and million copy bestselling author J. Robert Kennedy comes Amazon Burning, the latest installment in the action-packed globe-spanning James Acton Thrillers series where Acton and his allies are in a race against time to save one of their own, while behind the scenes a far darker, sinister force is at play, determined to keep its existence a secret from the world.
The stakes are high, the action is full-throttle, and hearts will be broken as lives are changed forever in another James Acton adventure ripped from the headlines. If you enjoy fast-paced adventures in the style of Dan Brown, Clive Cussler, and James Rollins, then you'll love this heart-pounding tale.
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BOOKS BY J. ROBERT KENNEDY
The Templar Detective Thrillers
The Templar Detective
The Templar Detective and the Parisian Adulteress
The Templar Detective and the Sergeant's Secret
The Templar Detective and the Unholy Exorcist
The Templar Detective and the Code Breaker
The James Acton Thrillers
The Protocol
Brass Monkey
Broken Dove
The Templar’s Relic
Flags of Sin
The Arab Fall
The Circle of Eight
The Venice Code
Pompeii’s Ghosts
Amazon Burning
The Riddle
Blood Relics
Sins of the Titanic
Saint Peter’s Soldiers
The Thirteenth Legion
Raging Sun
Wages of Sin
Wrath of the Gods
The Templar’s Revenge
The Nazi’s Engineer
Atlantis Lost
The Cylon Curse
The Viking Deception
Keepers of the Lost Ark
The Tomb of Genghis Khan
The Manila Deception
The Special Agent Dylan Kane Thrillers
Rogue Operator
Containment Failure
Cold Warriors
Death to America
Black Widow
The Agenda
Retribution
State Sanctioned
Extraordinary Rendition
The Delta Force Unleashed Thrillers
Payback
Infidels
The Lazarus Moment
Kill Chain
Forgotten
The Detective Shakespeare Mysteries
Depraved Difference
Tick Tock
The Redeemer
The Kriminalinspektor Wolfgang Vogel Mysteries
The Colonel’s Wife
Zander Varga, Vampire Detective Series
The Turned
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Table of Contents
The Novel
Preface
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Acknowledgments
Sample of Next Book
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About the Author
Also by the Author
For the best friend I ever had, Paul Conway.
You are missed.
There are many humorous things in the world; among them, the white man's notion that he is less savage than the other savages.
Mark Twain, Following the Equator: A Journey Around the World
You can't measure the mutual affection of two human beings by the number of words they exchange.
Milan Kundera
PREFACE
Imagine a small town in the middle of the desert in Nevada. It has no roads leading in or out, and never has. The people have lived there for as long as anyone can remember, happily, peacefully, at one with each other and their land. No planes fly over it, no tourists stumble upon it, and only the occasional explorer or adventurer has even been near it. It is isolated and unknown to the outside world. The outside world as much a mystery to it, as it is to the outside world.
Then imagine one day it was gone, its population wiped out because under the town, there was something a previously unknown town wanted, and they were in the way.
Who would know? Who would weep for them?
Though fictional, this scenario is happening today, in the real world. On July 3rd, 2014, it was reported that a previously uncontacted tribe had emerged from the Amazon Rainforest in Brazil, near the Peruvian border. The tribe, to this point able to live in peace far from Western civilization, had been forced ever closer to other tribes, by illegal logging in Peru. As their traditional lands were destroyed, they eventually had no choice but to make contact with another tribe who had relations with the white man.
International treaties protect these uncontacted tribes, once thought to be so desperately primitive that we would actively seek them out and rescue
them from their misery, inviting them into the bottom rungs of Western society. Modern thinking has evolved to the point where we now leave them alone. Many are aware of us, though choose not to contact us, and still others are not. Brazil estimates there are 77 uncontacted tribes in their territory, with another 15 in Peru and still more in other Amazonian countries. Dozens more have been located through aerial surveys in New Guinea and the Andaman Islands off India, and still more are thought to live in Malaysia and central Africa.
Though these tribes might appear primitive to us, who are we to say our lives are any better than theirs? They live, they work, they laugh, they love. They have friends, families, homes, and communities. They have purpose, and they have problems.
So how are they different from us?
In one fundamental way. They cannot harm us, but with our technology, with our greed and ambivalence, we can wipe them out in a single stroke.
And when it happens, and it does, who would know that one more uncontacted tribe had disappeared when no one remains to sing their songs and tell their stories, including the final story, of when the white man came.
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Northern Amazon
54 Cycles after the Year of the Screaming Eagle
Fifth Day of the Third Moon
Tuk blushed.
Quickly looking away, he pretended he hadn’t been staring at TikTik, instead following the track of an imaginary bird in the sky. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her smiling at him as she brushed her future mate’s grandmother’s hair.
She’s so beautiful.
His heart sank as he saw Bruk sneak up behind her then roar as he wrapped his arms around her, lifting her off the ground. She giggled in glee, a shy kiss exchanged before Grandmother snapped at them to settle down and wait for the mating ceremony, otherwise they’d be cursed with ugly children.
Another peck was exchanged behind the old grandmother’s back before TikTik returned to her ministrations, Bruk receding into the forest, spear in hand, probably off to slay something for dinner big enough to feed most of the small tribe.
And it ate him up inside.
You’re pathetic.
And he was. Among the men, he was the slightest, the weakest. His voice was high and lacked any of the confidence the others had.
He was a woman with a penis.
And you’ll never get a mate like TikTik.
His face fell with his shoulders as he shuffled into the forest leaving the village clearing behind him, the sounds of life and laughter quickly fading, replaced with the constant cry of the jungle. The creatures they shared their home with were well known to him, one of his many intellectual talents the ability from a young age to distinguish the sound of every creature in the forest.
His father, the greatest hunter he had ever known, had taught him how to track, and Tuk had become exceptional at it. Unfortunately, he didn’t possess the strength to throw the spear to take down the prey he found. He could aim and hit a target with ease, it was piercing the skin deep enough that was the problem.
A tremendous disappointment to his father.
As he quietly walked through the forest, his bare feet enjoying the coolness of the damp morning ground, a wild boar squealed in the distance, and he knew Bruk had found his next kill.
And his heart twinged with regret for the poor, helpless creature. And perhaps that was it, that was why he could never throw hard enough. Perhaps it was that these creatures who would be their dinner, were as helpless as he was. Weak in the face of the mighty hunters of the tribe, like he was. Perhaps they were his kindred spirits.
He gently pushed aside a large, lazy snake with his spear as it dangled in front of him, eyeballing him. Even his slight state would present a challenge to this particular creature, but some of the bigger ones could swallow him whole with ease.
The thought terrified him.
As a child, he had seen a yakumama snake devour a boar then regurgitate the still live creature as if toying with it, only to swallow it down again moments later, the look in its eyes one of pure evil. It was to be respected, and avoided. Rarely would the tribe tackle such a creature, though there had been times when one would get a taste for man, and they, along with some of the other tribes in the area, would cooperate to hunt it down and kill it. The feast would be glorious, though he always wondered if they were indirectly eating their fellow tribesmen.
He shivered.
Maybe I should see how she is doing.
The thought of his future mate warmed him and brought a smile to his face. He would be marrying from outside the tribe, something encouraged whenever possible. She was no TikTik, though was beautiful in her own unique way, and in time they would both grow to love each other the way he secretly loved the forbidden TikTik.
A scream from the other side of the village had him frozen in place as he turned his head, cocking an ear as the sounds of the forest changed.
Another scream.
A man’s scream.
Bruk!
And it was fear, not anger. Tuk could honestly say he had never heard Bruk ever express fear, and it sent a chill down his spine like he had never experienced before. His instinct was to run the other way, to escape whatever had terrified this great warrior, yet he resisted the urge. His mother was still in the village.
And TikTik.
More screams, then strange cracking sounds and shouts, voices he didn’t recognize, words that were foreign to him. He readied his spear and rushed back toward the village, the thoughts of another tribe attacking his small family filling him with rage. TikTik screamed, her voice so beautifully distinctive, he’d recognize it anywhere, then his mother’s. A beast roared, trees snapped, and still he ran toward the horror, determined to help his family and friends.
And the woman who would be Bruk’s mate.
The roar of the beast was louder now, and continuous. He had never heard such a creature before, and wondered when it would pause for breath. Trees continued to be felled by the beast, clearly massive if it could take down so many so quickly.
He was almost at the clearing where his village had sat for as long as he had been alive. Their numbers were small now, only half a dozen huts enough to contain all thirty of their clan. Over the years, many more girls than boys had been born, and several boys had died in a tragic incident with a wild boar. With the tradition among the local tribes requiring the man to find a mate from another tribe, and bring her back to live with his, their numbers had dwindled, the girls taking mates and leaving. They were few now, and eventually they would all be gone, leaving their tribe a mere memory to be lost as the forest reclaimed what was rightfully Hers.
Perhaps my new mate and I can delay that for another generation.
He tore past the ring of trees around the clearing and dropped to his stomach, scurrying back into the cover of the forest as his jaw dropped and his already racing heart threatened to burst from his chest. The roaring beast, quieter now though still growling, sat near the edge of the trees on the other side of the clearing. Creatures, all black with faces as smooth as a still pond, were pouring into the village, short spears not much longer than a man’s arm, held in their hands. It was as if pure black panthers had learned to stand on their hind legs.
Then his heart leapt into his throat and he slowly slid farther back into the jungle as he realized what he was seeing. It was an abomination, a legend told to frighten children and respect the forest.
He had never actually dreamed they were real.
The Panther People.
He had heard of the tribe that had long ago killed the regal creatures and worn their skins, disrespecting their kills, failing to honor the Mother for Her sacrifice.
And they had paid a horrible price.
The black panthers had entered the village and consumed them all, and as a reward from the Mother, been given the powers of man.
It was a story told to children to prepare them for their first hunt, and to warn them of the dangers of disrespecting the forest, the Mother. All life was sacred, and all life served its purpose. If it were necessary to kill to feed or protect oneself, the Mother understood. To kill for pleasure? That was a sin punishable by banishment or worse—though he thought death would be preferable to banishment from the tribe.
He loved his tribe, his family, his friends.
For he had friends. Even the great Bruk was his friend. None of the tribe faulted him for his lack of ability as a hunter, none of them teased him. It was simply accepted as a fact, and he helped in other ways, usually as a tracker for the hunters, or as a trader with nearby tribes since they found him unintimidating.
And as he watched the Panther People round up his tribe, tears rolled down his cheeks as he sat by helpless, cursing himself for not having the soul of a warrior like Bruk.
It was then that he saw two of the Panther People pull a body into the center of the village and dump it on the ground.
Bruk!
TikTik screamed, rushing toward him, but was struck down as one of the creatures pointed at her. She fell to the ground, shaking horribly, then was still. Dead.
He cried out in rage, leaping to his feet and hurtling his spear through the air. His aim was true, hitting the creature in the chest, yet his weapon bounced off the thick black skin harmlessly.
Then the creature pointed at him.
Tuk recognized the horrible mistake he had made and spun, racing into the trees as crackling sounds erupted from their attackers and the trees around him burst, splinters exploding from the mighty trunks as he fled the only home he had ever known.
As he swiftly cut a path silently through the trees, his mind unable to comprehend what had just happened, the sounds faded into the distance, and he slowed to catch his breath.
What am I supposed to do?
He needed help, he needed the other tribes to help fight the Panther People, but they would probably be too scared to fight, instead more likely to flee their own villages.
Then he realized what he had to do.
He had to ask the Woman of Light for help. She had special powers, and he knew she would help him. She was one of the Spirit People, and had let herself be taken.
And after the Cleansing Ritual, he would be ready to present her to the tribe.
As his mate.
He closed his eyes as he remembered their first successful communication. Her voice, so different from those of the women of his tribe, had said his name with little effort.
Tuk?
she had repeated, and he had nodded fervently, so happy she had said it, the sound of her voice filling him with a rapturous wonder, this creature a woman like no other. He had urged her to say it again and again until she had laughed at his excitement, a wondrous sound that echoed through the forest, bringing it to life as the creatures around them had shared in their joy.
Then she had taught him her name.
It had been hard to say, but she had been patient, and after an annoying length of time, he had finally mastered it.
And he said it now, filling himself with warmth and love as he set off to ask for help from his future mate.
Lau-ra-pal-mer.
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Rio Negro
Northern Amazon, Brazil
Present Day
Archaeology Professor James Acton lay in a hammock, swaying gently as the quiet put-put of the engine guided them to the farthest reaches of the Amazon River. A bottle of water balanced on his stomach, rising and falling with each breath, his face one of contentment as he simply listened to the jungle around him, a never-ending cacophony of sound that at first was overwhelming, but after two weeks, was now oddly soothing. He knew he’d miss it when they returned home.
Sitting in a lounge chair on the other side of the deck was his wife, Professor Laura Palmer. They had married not even two months before, finally managing to find time to gather their closest friends and family, and not have some terrorist group or ancient cult interfere with their plans.
It had been wonderful.
Laura had been stunning in her dress, a simple yet elegant affair that he had no doubt cost a fortune, but not audaciously so. His wife was rich, unbelievably rich. Though both archaeology professors on opposite sides of the pond
—both making modest salaries as such—her late brother had been an Internet pioneer, divesting himself of his company before the bubble burst, leaving him with hundreds of millions of dollars, and leaving it all to her when he had been killed on a dig in Syria.
He had no idea she was rich when he first met her several years ago, and when he had found out she was well off,
he had no clue just how much so for some time. Their first meeting was anything but romantic, though when he had caught his first real sight of her, standing in front of her classroom, lecturing her students at University College London, he had felt a flutter.
It had been love at first sight, though it took a few more looks to realize it, what with half the city trying to kill or capture him.
They had fallen in love, Laura secretly confessing to having a bit of a crush on him for years, following his work from afar after reading a spread done on him in National Geographic. He had been flattered, and somewhat embarrassed to admit he had never heard of her before he had found that damned crystal skull, and discovering she was considered the expert in them.
It was during that first day together that they met Detective Chief Inspector Hugh Reading, who occupied a second hammock at the far end of the rear deck. Mosquito netting covered the entire area, the bugs far too thick at times to make their journey enjoyable if left exposed. They were designed to be raised and lowered, but had been lowered most of the time, Acton now firm in his belief that Reading simply wasn’t an outdoorsy type.
Happy Hugh, Happy Cruise.
Laura had coined the phrase, much to Reading’s annoyance. The aging ex-cop, now an Interpol Agent, had become a loyal friend, helping them out over the years on many occasions, and though they rarely saw each other, they often talked on the phone, Acton now considering Reading one of his best friends. Laura adored the man as well, and Acton was certain Reading thought of her like a daughter, though he’d never admit it—it would mean he’d have to admit he was old enough to be her father.
After honeymooning in South Africa—a ten-day safari the highlight—Laura had surprised him with four all-access passes to the World Cup in Brazil. He wasn’t a soccer—football!—fan, though he had slowly developed an appreciation for the sport since Laura and Reading would talk about it non-stop when they were together, and he had been forced to watch umpteen matches on the telly
as they called it, and on a few occasions had actually seen the games live, Laura getting the three of them tickets to see her favorite, Manchester United.
At times, the game was so slow it reminded him of a particular Simpsons episode, leaving him wishing a soccer riot would break out, but usually the games were actually exciting, though low scoring. After seeing a few games, he could see why the crowd would go nuts when a goal was finally scored.
Boredom relieved?
The World Cup had been fantastic, and not the fiasco he had feared might happen. He had been disappointed for his British friends on how their team had done, though was happy to have watched several of the US team’s better performances. He turned his head to look at the possessor of the fourth ticket—his best friend and confidante, Gregory Milton. Milton had been his best friend since college, and had been his boss for over five years—and it hadn’t affected their friendship in the least. During the crystal skull business, Milton had taken a bullet in an assassination attempt, but luckily survived, relegated to a wheelchair he had been told he’d never leave.
They were wrong.
Determination, hard work, and a loving support network had him now walking, though only for short distances. The poor bastard had toughed it out through the entire wedding, keeping his promise to himself that there wouldn’t be a single picture of him in his wheelchair. It still brought tears to Acton’s eyes when he thought of the text message his friend had sent when he thought he was dying.
And it had been days before he had discovered his friend was actually alive, saved by an off-duty ER surgeon who had stopped for gas at the same service station.
Milton sat in his chair, his head lolled back as he gently snored, his Kindle sitting in his lap, his once skinny legs now healthy and propped up on a stool.
This is the life.
Four friends, together, cruising up one of the source tributaries of the world’s mightiest river in its biggest rainforest, in silence. No need to talk, just enjoying each other’s company, a mix of classical guitar playing through an iPod docking station nearby, the volume low so the sounds of Mother Nature surrounding them could still be heard.
Reading swatted at a bug on his arm and muttered a curse about one of the bastards getting through. Acton took a swig from his water bottle as his friend swung his legs to the floor then stretched with a groan that could wake the dead, the forest protesting at the disturbance. Transferring to a chair, Reading looked over at Acton.
You seem pleased with yourself.
Acton chuckled, swinging out of the hammock a little more elegantly than his friend, then walking over to give Laura a peck. He sat beside her, taking her hand in his and squeezing it. Just enjoying the company.
Milton stirred, bolting upright in his chair before gaining his bearings. What did I miss?
Laura shook her head. Nada, just a bunch of lazy folks doing and saying nothing.
Acton decided to have a little fun with Reading. You know, I was doing some checking, and if I’m not mistaken, England has never won the World Cup.
Reading’s eyes widened and his chest expanded as he leaned forward, his finger rising to jab his point home. I don’t know where you get your bloody facts, but we won in 1966, on home soil!
Laura squeezed Acton’s hand, already realizing what was about to happen. 1966? You mean the one where the Soviet referee gave you that goal that never actually went in?
Acton had to bite his tongue to prevent himself from smiling as Reading leaped to his feet. That was a goal! Everyone knows that was a goal! Only the damned Germans say it wasn’t, and that’s because they lost!
Are you sure?
Acton waved his iPad as if it were the key piece of evidence in a murder trial. On here it shows how it was impossible for the ball to have actually gone in. They say it bounced on the line and back out.
Reading walked over and snatched the iPad away, turning back to his chair as Acton and Milton exchanged grins. I saw that bloody match and I know it was a goal. Whoever is feeding you these lies is a bloody Hun!
He paused. Sorry, that was uncalled for. But whoever they are, they are bloody anti-British!
His fingers flew over the iPad and he held it up triumphantly, a clip of the 1966 World Cup final against Germany playing. Look at that, it clearly goes over the line!
Laura leaned forward, gasping. Hugh! Do you realize how much that costs to download from here? That’s tethered to the satellite phone!
Reading blanched, his jaw dropping, clearly aghast. His finger flew at the pause button.
It’s still downloading, Hugh!
exclaimed Milton as he leaned forward, joining in on the fun.
Acton pointed at the iPad. You have to close the browser window!
How the bloody hell do I do that?
My God, that must be, what, a thousand dollars already?
Milton bit down on his thumb as he exchanged glances with Acton and Laura.
There!
cried Reading triumphantly as he simply turned off the device, his face red. He looked at Laura. I’m so sorry, I had no idea—
The three of them burst out laughing and Reading realized he’d been had. Acton rose and took the iPad, grabbing his friend’s shoulder and shaking him. I’m sorry, Hugh, that was just too damned easy!
Sod off!
muttered Reading under his breath as he shook his head. Acton returned to his chair as Reading calmed slightly. Okay, you got me. So how much did that cost, anyhow?
Oh, Greg’s about right,
replied Laura. Probably about a grand.
Reading’s jaw dropped again but before he could say anything, Laura waved her hand to dismiss any apology. And I don’t care. James watched Netflix last night. It probably cost us ten times that.
Acton suddenly felt the same guilt and shame his friend had moments before. He turned to Laura. My God, hon, I’m sorry. It didn’t even occur to me!
Love, if it mattered, I’d have said something. I just want us all to be happy, and God knows we can afford it.
Acton shook his head, still feeling guilty. He smiled at her slightly. At least I selected lo-def! I bet Hugh didn’t!
He spun his head at Reading, his eyes glaring at him. "J’accuse!"
Don’t try that Frenchie shit on me, old boy. Besides, I wouldn’t know lo-def from low-jack. It’s all bloody Greek to me.
Acton took