Chapter Fifty
Carrying the small bag, Tasha headed to the resort's parking lot as the sun was coming up and life at Paradise Point was resuming.
There was a van idling that had the words Mayan Tours on the side.
Opening the door, Tasha got in and said, “Is there food on this tour?”
Recognizing the code phrase, the driver responded, “Not today.”
Both parties were satisfied that they were in the right place, the van left the lot.
Reaching into her bag, Tasha retrieved the remains of the tablet computer in its case. She placed it on the seat next to the driver, “I was told that you could take care of this.”
The driver nodded.
Closing her eyes, Tasha managed to drift off to sleep. She awakened a short time later when the van stopped for fuel. The sun was high in the air, and she guesse
