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mentioned in the village before. They were said to be night ghosts, faceless vampires who napped small ren. According to the belief, the hupia had once lived in the mountains of Costa Rica, but now inhabited the islands offshore. Manuel was backing away, murmuring and crossing himself. It is not normal, this smell, he said. It is the hupia.Bobbie was about to order him back to work when the injured youth opened his eyes and sat straight up on the table. Manuel shrieked in terror.

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The injured boy moaned and twisted his head, looking left and right with wide staring eyes, and then he explosively vomited blood. He went immediately into convulsions, his body vibrating, and Bobbie grabbed for him but he shuddered off the table onto the concrete floor. He vomited again. There was blood everywhere. Ed opened the door, saying, What the hells happening and when he saw the blood he turned away, his hand to his mouth. Bobbie was grabbing for a stick to put in the boys clenched jaws, but even as she did it she knew it was hopeless, and with a final spastic jerk he relaxed and lay still. She bent to perform mouthtomouth, but Manuel grabbed her shoulder fiercely, pulling her back. No, he said. The hupia will cross over.Manuel, for Gods sakeNo. He stared at her fiercely. No.

You do not understand these things.Bobbie looked at the body on the ground and realized that it didnt matter; there was no possibility of resuscitating him. Manuel called for the men, who came back into the room and took the body away. Ed appeared, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, muttering, Im sure you did all you could, and then she watched as the men took the body away, back to the helicopter, and it lifted thunderously up into the sky. It is better, Manuel said. Bobbie was thinking about the boys hands. They had been covered with cuts and bruises, in the characteristic pattern of defense wounds. She was quite sure he had not died in a construction accident; he had been attacked, and he had held up his bands against his attacker. Where is this island theyve come from she asked. In the ocean. Perhaps a hundred, hundred and twenty miles offshore, Pretty far for a resort, she said. Manuel
watched the helicopter. I hope they never come back.Well, she thought, at least she had pictures. But when she turned back to the table, she saw that her camera was gone. The rain finally stopped later that night. Alone in the bedroom behind the clinic, Bobbie thumbed through her tattered paperback Spanish dictionary. The boy had said raptor, and, despite Manuels protests, she suspected it was a Spanish word. Sure enough, she found it in her dictionary. It meant ravisher or abductor.That gave her pause. The sense of the word was suspiciously close to the meaning of hupia. Of course she did not believe in the superstition. And no ghost had cut those hands. What had the boy been trying to tell her From the next room, she heard groans. One of the village women was in the first stage of labor, and Elena Morales, the local midwife, was attending her. Bobbie went into the clinic room and gestured to Elena to step outside for a moment. Elena . . .SÃ, doctorDo you know what is a raptorYe
s, You know this word SÃ. Elena nodded. It means . . . a person who comes in the night and takes away a .A napperYes.A hupiaHer whole manner...

Do not say this word, doctor.Why notDo not speak of hupia now, Elena said firmly, nodding her head toward the groans of the laboring woman. It is not wise to say this word now. But does a raptor bite and cut his victimsBite and cut Elena said, puzzled. No, doctor. Nothing like this. A raptor is a man who takes a new baby. She seemed irritated by the conversation, impatient to end it. Elena started back toward the clinic. I will call to you when she is ready, doctor. I think one hour more, perhaps two.Bobbie looked at the stars, and listened to the peaceful lapping of the surf at the shore. In the darkness she saw the shadows of the fishing boats anchored offshore. The whole scene was quiet, so normal, she felt foolish to be talking of vampires and napped babies. Bobbie went back to her room, remembering again that Manuel had insisted it was not a Spanish word. Out of curiosity, she looked in the litt
le English dictionary, and to her surprise she found the word there, too: raptor \ n [deriv. of L. raptor plunderer, fr. Raptus]: bird of prey.

At the earliest drags of the fractal curve, few clues to the underlying mathematical structre will be seen.IAN MALCOLM Almost Paradise Mike Bowman whistled cheerfully as he drove the Land Rover through the Cabo Blanco Biological Reserve, on the west coast of Costa Rica. It was a beautiful morning in July, and the road before him was spectacular: hugging the edge of a cliff, overlooking the jungle and the blue Pacific. According to the guidebooks, Cabo Blanco was unspoiled wilderness, almost a paradise. Seeing it now made Bowman feel as if the vacation was back on track. Bowman, a thirtysixyearold real estate developer from Dallas, had come to Costa Rica with his wife and daughter for a twoweek holiday. The trip had actually been his wifes idea; for weeks Ellen had filled his ear about the derful national parks of Costa Rica, and how good it would be for Tina to see them. Then, when they arrived, it t
urned out Ellen had an appointment to see a plastic surgeon in San Jose. That was the first Mike Bowman had heard about the excellent and inexpensive plastic surgery available in Costa Rica, and all the luxurious private clinics in San Jose. Of course theyd had a huge fight, Mike felt shed lied to him, and she had. And he put his foot down about this plastic surgery business. Anyway, it was ridiculous, Ellen was only thirty, and she was a beautiful woman. Hell, shed been Homecoming Queen her senior year at Rice, and that was not even ten years earlier. But Ellen tended to be insecure, and worried. And it seemed as if in recent years she had mostly worried about losing her looks.

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