Chapter Eleven
Willemstad, Curaçao, Dutch Antilles
Tom woke at six and gingerly got out of bed – careful not to disturb the sleeping Felicia. He went into the bathroom, relieved himself and brushed his teeth. He dressed in his running gear. He’d missed his run the previous day and looked forward to abandoning himself to the joy of running this morning.
Tom scribbled a quick note to Felicia and left it on the pillow next to her. He did not want her to wake and not know how long he would be gone. He quietly let himself out of the door, closing it softly. Tom spent a few minutes stretching, to avoid any strains and then set off at a leisurely pace, which would pick up as he ran. He planned on a six-mile circular course and would not bother with the beach today. He could leave out the calis
