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in prison.   When it had been him and Milas alone on the island, he had been fine.   He was not good with others.   He needed
to get away.   He ran into the house and
to where the steps led him down the side of the tree, and not looking back he
escaped into the woods.
    Carver
vowed revenge as he stared into the dead eyes of his friend.   Torn between the urge to run after Stein and
the need to bury his friend, he fashioned a makeshift grave, made the sign of
the cross, and headed off after the man who would pay for taking from him the
only person he had ever trusted.
    Stein
knew that he would not make it back to the boat.   Carver was not far from him.   He had detected the man’s scent only minutes
after he had fled the site of the tree house and he had never lost it.   It had not grown stronger which gave him some
sense of safety, but he was not willing to jeopardize the safety of Milas .   He sped up
and went deeper into the woods where the aromatic scents of the wildflowers
would hopefully hide his scent or at least confuse it in the mind of Carver.   He heard the lumbering steps as he hid in the
trees not far from the path.   Carver
paused but he did not stop as he sniffed the air.   He had lost Stein’s scent and he continued to
the cave.   The ship would be expecting
its cargo and Carver would assure its delivery.   Deep within the cave were four women who were making the transport to
their new lives as sex slaves.   Carver
unbound them and ordered them to don the bright frocks and to stand before
him.   “Smile,” he ordered, and the
frightened young women faked a smile.   They had been in the cave for only two days, but that was long enough to
learn submission.   Their frightened faces
pleased Carver.   He would be paid
handsomely by the Europeans.   “No
talking,” he demanded, and they dutifully followed him to the beach, saying
nothing.   They had trouble adjusting to
the light after being in the dark for two days with little sleep and little
food.
    Milas pushed away from Mika when he heard the sound of footsteps.   “Stay,” he commanded.   Mika lay still as Milas left her alone and went above to spy on the boat once again.   He recognized Carver, but the women were an
unfamiliar sight to him.   Intrigued by
their obedience to such a ruthless man, Milas watched
and waited for what would happen next.   When he heard a horn sound from far away, he focused the binoculars on a
seafaring vessel that appeared much more modern and luxurious than the rickety
old boat that Carver’s friend had steered to shore.   Was this the boat that Mika had spoken
of?   The steamer stopped only long enough
for the four women to board and then it was off again.   Carver had been given a handsome sum and he
flipped through the bills smiling broadly.   His smile soon waned, however, when he thought about his buddy.   This was a two man operation.   He couldn’t do it alone.   One of them had to stay here while the other
brought the women from the island.   He
turned and wandered back into the woods, wondering if the “gravy train” was
over.   His dream of making billions was
disappearing quickly.
    Milas didn’t hear Mika sneak up behind him.   “Did I hear a boat?”
    He
turned and placed his hand firmly on her mouth.   “ Shh .   Damn, woman.   You want him to hear
you?”
    “Who?”
    “The scum who’s running this shady biz.”
    “You
made me miss the boat, didn’t you, the boat to my
life, my new husband.   You’re the scum.”
    He
turned and grabbed Mika by the arms.   “That man is a cold blooded killer and a human trafficker.   You were on your way to be bought and sold as
a sex slave.”
    Mika’s
eyes were big as she listened in disbelief.   “Is your friend in on it?   I
haven’t seen him in awhile.”
    Milas knew that Stein was not involved in Carver’s business but he had no idea what
had happened to the big oaf.   Where are
you, Stein?
    He
turned to Mika