"Shouldn't we be there by now? "

Roarke's reply to her question was cryptic. "That all depends on
where you think we're going," he said.

Joanna knew then that she should never have come. Wealthy
socialites were being kidnapped every day . . . . But the realization
had come too late.

She knew nothing of this darkly handsome stranger--nothing
except his name. But as Roarke directed the helicopter deeper and
deeper into the Amazon jungle, Joanna feared what she soon
might know of him.