“So she came on the trip planning to kill him,” Julie murmured.
“I doubt it,” Gideon said. “If she had killing him in mind, I don’t think she’d have been so free in telling us about the Iowa situation — practically handing us a motive. No, I think the opportunity simply presented itself, and she took it.”
“Carpe diem,” observed Marti, expertly using chopsticks to insert a bit of vegetarian sushi — rice, tofu, and shaved ginger rolled in seaweed — between her lips. “Well, you two certainly had an exciting time of it.”
“What about you?” Gideon asked. “How was Cabo?”
“Great. We slept in the morning, we did a lot of swimming and snorkeling, we ate like horses, we got a few massages. Or at least I did.”
“But mostly,” Julie said, “we just relaxed, and read junky novels, and sat on the beach, and baked the Northwest chill out of our bones. That felt good. It must sound pretty boring compared to your trip, though,” she added wistfully. “What an adventure the two of you had!”
“Yeah, it was,” said John, pushing back from his now-empty pizza tray and clasping his hands on his belly, a man well contented, happy to be back in a world where pizza could be had for the asking. “To tell you the truth, though, next time something like this comes around… no offense to you, Doc… but I think I’ll opt for the crushed turnip wrap.”
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I owe particular thanks to two scientific papers: a case report by Abdulrezzak Shakir, Steven A. Koehler, and Cyril H. Wecht that appeared in the Journal of Forensic Sciences, vol. 48, no. 2, March 2003; and a monograph by M. S. Olin, H. A. Young, D. Seligson, and H. H. Schmidek that appeared in Spine, vol. 7, no. 5, 1982.
Without these two excellent monographs (I can’t put in the titles without giving away too much), Gideon Oliver wouldn’t have been half so smart down there in the Amazon.
My friend, retired FBI Special Agent David Hill, kindly dug up some hard-to-get data on the South American cocaine industry.
Another knowledgeable friend, Carlos Cordero, helpfully straightened me out on my shaky Spanish.
The title, Little Tiny Teeth, came from the imagination of Mary O’Rourke.
I should probably mention that the Chayacuro and Arimagua tribes are fictional. All other Amazonian groups that are mentioned do exist.
And there really is such a thing as a Goliath spider.
Other Titles by Aaron Elkins
Gideon Oliver Novels
LITTLE TINY TEETH
UNNATURAL SELECTION
WHERE THERE’S A WILL
GOOD BLOOD
SKELETON DANCE
TWENTY BLUE DEVILS
DEAD MEN’S HEARTS
MAKE NO BONES
CURSES!
OLD BONES
MURDER IN THE QUEEN’S ARMES
THE DARK PLACE
FELLOWSHIP OF FEAR
Chris Norgren Novels
OLD SCORES
A GLANCING LIGHT
DECEPTIVE CLARITY
Lee Ofsted Novels (with Charlotte Elkins)
ON THE FRINGE
WHERE HAVE ALL THE BIRDIES GONE?
NASTY BREAKS
ROTTEN LIES
A WICKED SLICE
Thrillers
TURNCOAT
LOOT
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