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I hate flying, wrong, I am petrified. If the duty officer had known this then he had gone out of his
way to panic me. The flight was not a direct flight. We had flown to Barcelona to connect with a

flight to Madrid and thence to Alicante on a charter flight in an aircraft that reeked of aviation fuel
that panicked me into believing the plane would ignite at any second. It had been the longest day of
my life but now we were tearing down the motorway in a Mercedes taxi driven by a Juan Fangio
wannabe.

The villa was on the outskirts of a small fishing village with a magnificent view across the bay to the
Island of Tabarca. To the rear was almost a vertical hill with strong wire netting to prevent rocks
falling into the villa’s splendid bougainvillea filled garden and a large Roman Baths shaped

swimming pool. The premises were very secluded but if that was not enough, a private path led to
an otherwise inaccessible and private beach.

There was no sign of Arnold Warner or anyone else for that matter. There were a few posters on
the wall, one proclaiming “La paz es tu opportunidad de dar felicidad”
“Peace is your chance to spread happiness.” And another saying “"Construyamos la paz: Guatemala
lo merece" "Let's build peace; Guatemala deserves it"

Gabriela threw off all her clothes and jumped into the pool. The temperature was still thirty
degrees even at this time so I stripped down to my pants and jumped in after her. She laughed and
called me a prude and dived underwater to tear them off.

I was still having regrets about last night, it seemed too soon after Anne’s death to be having sex
but we finished up lying on the coronation stones at the side of the pool and made love in the
setting Spanish Sun.