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felt strangely drawn to her which surprised and puzzled him. Perhaps it was her resemblance to the ideal soldier that attracted him, able to put her body on the line but strong enough for it not to affect her psyche.
    In her daze, she had revealed sketchy details about elaborate ceremonies and vast quantities of white powder being shipped out on a weekly basis after each ceremony. It was not much for him to go on, but it was a start that led to subsequent arrests and the uncovering of other group members, which allowed them to make inroads on the operation. He also secretly kept in contact with Reynata, visiting as often as possible.
    Turning his thoughts back to his latest mission, Dale wondered how it had gone so wrong. They had uncovered an entire cocaine storage facility outside Eagle Pass near the border of Texas and Mexico three months ago. In it they had been lucky enough to find a small notebook that contained the names of Arun and a surprisingly well-known list of clients leading to a prominent and illustrious mayor being arrested and charged for possession. It was he who had given them the location of the facility in Campeche, under extreme duress, of course and with the assistance of his expert interrogator who never failed to obtain the required information. Still, it had not led to anything substantial and it frustrated him.
     
     
    CHAPTER FOUR
     
     
    In the hour that had passed since she had called her father, Gillian had covered every area of the Central Acropolis, North Acropolis and Great Plaza in a bid to outwit and outrun Samuel. It was very late in the day and the sun was beginning to set. There had been no tourists as she had hoped and Samuel was right on her tail.
    Gillian had managed a small reprieve for fifteen minutes after locating a tunnel in which to hide, but Samuel had found her. He was persistent, but her years of training had given her endurance and speed. She was much quicker than him, but her legs were beginning to fail her. They had passed their pain threshold and were something akin to wobbling pieces of jelly.
    Samuel had also produced a large hunting knife and only moments earlier had grabbed her by the hair and slashed her right forearm. Gillian escaped by rolling away and leaping the six feet from the ledge onto the side of Temple I. Her landing had been unbalanced and even the grassy surface had been unable to cushion her fall, causing her to twist her ankle.
    The pain was horrendous, but she picked herself up and continued her escape only to find that the throb in her leg brought about a lack of concentration. She was limping and tired and she could sense that her will to fight was failing her. She longed to rest and was in the midst of indulging in that pleasant thought when she tripped over a concealed, discarded building block.
    She tried to peel herself off the ground, but it was too late. Samuel was right behind her. He grabbed her and placed a knife to her throat. ‘At last I have you. You may be quick, but you are a stupid, red-haired bitch’ he hissed as Gillian felt his sweat drip onto her head and clothes. It carried a revolting stench of body odour that took all of her control to stop from retching.
    Her first reaction was to give in, but that was not in her nature, so she decided to fight. Gillian turned her right hand out from his grip, thankful that his hand was not big enough to contain both of hers. She twisted, lifted and slammed both of her elbows into his chin with as much force as she could muster. Her unexpected, powerful drive slammed his head backwards and forced him off balance. Still, he was not deterred and immediately moved to raise his knife and stab her somewhere towards her stomach, but Gillian was expecting him. Her senses had sharpened and she danced sideways as the deadly blade glanced off her shoulder and shot into empty air. Samuel screamed in frustration and desperately scrambled to grab her, his hands ensnarling her long hair and dragging her