Chapter 6
Argentina, Tierra del Fuego, Ushuaia
Los Cauquenes Resort & Spa
Outside one of the Senior Suites
Friday, April 9, 2010
9:01 a.m.
Alistair knew that all he wanted was waiting for him beyond the locked door. He breathed deep, willing some strength into his tired body. In spite of the sixteen-hour flight and the four-hour time difference, he’d only managed to sleep a few hours on the plane.
He knocked firmly on the large door and had to wait a long time before it opened and Zareb’s big body blocked the entrance.
“Good morning, Mr. MacCraig,” the bodyguard politely acknowledged Alistair, waiting for him to state his wishes.
Alistair mused that appearances could be deceiving. Zareb’s permanent wide smile hid an impressively alert and expeditious man. He drew himself up to his
