Chapter Fifteen
Willemstad, Curaçao, Dutch Antilles
Paul turned the Jeep onto his estate and made for his apartment.
“It seems very quiet here Paul, nobody about in the street.” Felicia looked around the estate as Paul down-shifted his awkward gearbox.
“The day-shift has started at the oil refinery and the night shift workers are probably sleeping. The wives are doing the school runs about now. This is as quiet as it gets, Felicia. You should hear the noise when the kids are home! Ah, here we are. Home sweet home.” Paul pulled the old Jeep onto an oil-stained driveway and brought the vehicle to a lurching stop. Princess jumped out first and ran around in excited circles.
Paul opened the door to his apartment and an English bulldog dog ran out nearly taking out his legs.
“Whoa, Winsto
