“Reporting to Lucrezia.”
“Well now you report to me,” said EL Hammill staring at the phone screen, “in my country, respect is given to one’s superiors.”
“In my country it has to be earned,” replied Sabine, “I have instructions for you.”
“I take orders from Lucrezia only,” said the Arab, his good mood evaporating. “Should have left the b***h to die in the Seychelles,” he murmured to himself.
St Bart’s, Caribbean
Lorna stared down from the familiar bridge of her cruise ship as it slowly made its way north-west in the harsh sunlight. She had to keep pinching herself that the ship was hers; the tangible result of her late unlamented father’s estate, which she had inherited when he died. It had more than sufficient space to accommodate up to three hundred deprived children and was always o
