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Demetrius
From the window of the King Air they were enveloped in blackness except for a few stars. Coupled with the steady drone of the engines Demetrius felt himself drifting and knew he could ease into a deep sleep, but Amara was restless.
“Should we go directly to Dad’s,” she asked.
“We’ll arrive on the island in the middle of the night. Too late to go to Dad’s. Besides the pilots need to sleep. If we nap on the plane we can play the tapes of my conversations with Gabriel. I mailed them to myself.”
“How?”
He popped off the crystal on his watch, revealing a tiny recorder. “There may be something on the tape, some clue to point us in the right direction.”
“You think of everything.”
“Maybe we should catch some zs so we won’t be dragging.”
“I’d like to finish our discussion. How
