Chapter Fourteen
Willemstad, Curaçao, Dutch Antilles
Tom saw Paul’s Jeep pull up outside the gate to the Marina. He’d been waiting anxiously and wasted little time. Taking Felicia by the hand he almost hauled her off the boat. They practically jogged to the gate, Princess following them, barking excitedly. She sensed her master’s anxiety.
Paul opened the gate for them as they approached, and Tom let Felicia go through first and helped her into the back of the Jeep. He threw her bag into the small compartment at the back and swung into the front passenger seat. Princess did not break stride. She’d followed them through the gate and jumped onto the seat beside Felicia.
“Princess, get out! Get back inside the gate, you bad dog!” Tom was exasperated; they did not have time for this. Prince
