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Golfito, 2003.
The reception of the hotel ‘Miramar’ was a simple desk. Whenever you needed a receptionist you had to walk into the living room behind the desk, hoping to find someone. Rudd Baldwin was in luck. The only staff member able to speak a little bit of English, a woman around her forties, was watching TV. The continuing heat forced her to stay in the living where she at least could enjoy some fresh air from the fan at the ceiling. Baldwin asked her to arrange a cab. With only one day to go, time was limited. If ever he wanted to help Alejandra, he had to come in action.
A few minutes later the taxi returned him to the little airport. He almost felt sorry he had to leave the car. Or actually, he regretted stepping out of the air conditioned car into the heat. As he knew where
