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was willing to take. "Sit," he had commanded in the same dry tone as always.
    It was the tone that told her he expected orders to be followed. She didn't protest because she knew if she didn't sit down she would fall down.
    "Don't fall asleep we won't be here long."
    "Fifteen minutes I swear."
    "No."
    She rolled her eyes. "Sully—"
    "There's our ride," he pointed in the distance. She couldn't see anything and had no idea how he figured there was anything, let alone a vehicle, coming their way. Until she heard the low hum of the vehicle she assumed he was out of his mind crazy. Then she saw two clicks of a light off in the distance and she realized how he knew. While she was drifting off to sleep he had signaled with his flashlight and had obviously received the correct code in return. She didn't know how long it was going to take them to get home, but she was glad she didn't have to walk anymore. At least she hoped this ride would take them to their next mode of transportation.
    She could contact the resort later in the week and request her things be sent to her. Her passport was still locked in the resort safe. Her Saints and Sinners 24
    clothes were still neatly tucked inside her suitcase, which was neatly tucked inside the closet of the suite. Of course she had been missing for awhile and she knew they had probably moved her things in order to give the room to another paying customer. Her camera was long gone. She had been forced to leave it behind when Mr. Chavez and his men forced her into their motor boat. She had no hopes of ever seeing her "baby" again.
    She knew she shouldn't be worried about such things, but that camera was the last thing her dad had given her, losing it felt like she was severing her connection to him for the final time.
    Most of her memories had faded long ago. She remembered very little about him, only small amounts of details over a small amount of time. If it weren't for her pictures she wouldn't remember the color of his eyes, they were brown, almost black, just as her eyes were. He had been darker in complexion, born in Ireland to an African mother and an Irish father. He had migrated to the United States for college and decided to make the States his home. Then he met Liz. Liz was pale, almost porcelain. She was blonde and ambitious. He had instantly fallen for her and not even a year later they were married—not even a half a year later, she mused. Alaina wasn't sure how they had managed to fall in love because from what she knew of her mother, love was not in her vocabulary. Still, somehow they had created a child. They had created her.
    She had light brown skin, long straight hair and curves. She was a size four and vivacious, as Troy had said. She had her dad's oval face, but her mom's "pug" nose. Maybe that was the problem. Everything about Alaina Capri Montgomery 25
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    was closer to being the spitting image of her father. Had she looked more like her mother, acted more like her mother, thought more like her mother maybe she could have been closer to her.
    The rugged jeep pulled up beside them. Two men sat in the front, one holding his rifle on his lap while the other navigated the vehicle.
    Despite their dirt ridden faces and native apparel she could tell they were American.
    "M'am," the driver nodded. She found the strength to lift her hand in what she could only hope passed for a sincere wave of thanks.
    "After you;" Sully motioned for her to climb into the jeep and so she did.
    Finally she felt some sense of relief. She was out of danger and in the safe company of these men. She was safe, unless Sully's rescue was merely a rouse designed to make her think they were the good guys.
    Maybe they wanted the same thing those men wanted. The more she tried to push away those thoughts the harder they pushed in and before she knew it she had the sinking feeling she might be in more trouble than she thought. It was too late to do anything about it now. She could only sit back and hope