Julia and Greg’s marriage had been arranged by their families as a socially acceptable match. Greg had just graduated from Annapolis when they were married. Greg was then shipped out to sea, leaving his young bride alone. Julia was young, beautiful, and very lonely when she met tall, handsome, rich Asa Buchanan, and he swept her right off her feet! Julia fell madly in love with Asa and thed had a very passionate affair that lasted several months while Asa was in New Orleans making some oil deals. Asa, of course, did not bother to tell Julia tha he was also married, with a pregnant wife back home in Texas. Julia was planning to divorce Greg and run away with Asa when she found out the truth. Asa and Julia had a terrible fight, and Asa left for Texas, never looking back.

Greg returned on leave a month after Asa left town. Julia vowed to make up for her indiscretion – - – she would do everything possible to make Greg happy. When Julia found out that she was pregnant, she at first believed that the baby was Greg’s, but after seeing the baby, she realized that Brent was really Asa’s son. Greg, however, never suppected that the boy wasn’t his. Julia had kept the secret all these years out of shame, but she felt she owed it to Brent to tell him the truth.

“Who is this Asa Buchanan? What kind of a man is he?” wondered Brent. Questions swirled around and around in Brent’s mind. He had always felt that he and Greg had notheing in common. Now he knew why.

Brent called his lawyer and asked him to engage a good private investigator to find this Asa Buchanan. The lawyer called back the next day and told Brent that Asa owned Buchanan Enterprises, but had retired from general management and his grandson, Cord Roberts, was now running the company. The lawyer also informed Brent that Asa, his son, Bo, and his grandsons, Cord, Kevin and Joey, were all living in Llanview, Pennsylvania.

Brent decided that maybe it might be a good time to go looking up relatives in Pennsylvania. He needed to make an extended trip to Llanview if he wanted to find out about his real father, Asa Buchanan, and the other members of this new family he never knew he had.

Brent had been very lonely growing up as an only child. The thought that he had two half-brothers he had never met filled him with regret and longing. He had always envied his friends who had siblings. Now, as a grown man finding out that he had brothers after all, made him feel cheated that he never had a chance to grow up with them. Brent felt both grief and anger at his mother for keeping this from him all those years. Brent realized that his mother did the best she could but that didn’t change the fact that he felt cheated out of knowing his real father and his brothers.

Brent called Phil Grayson, his vice president and best friend, into his office. “Phil, I am going out of town for awhile and I need you to take charge around here for me, buddy.”

“What’s going on Brent? I know you have had a real difficult time with your Mom’s death and everything, but I get the felling something else is bothering you. Is there anything I can do to help other than just take charge of the company?” Phil asks.

“I just need to get away for awhile, Phil,” Brent said. I have some folks up in Pennsylvania who were friends of my mother’s. I want to go look them up. I think they can help me deal with her death. Can I count on you to take care of Hamilton Shipping for me?” asked Brent.

“Sure, you can depend on me, chief. I’ll take care of things on this front. You take all the time you need, just keep me posted as to where you are in case I need to get ahold of you. Remember: You need anything, just sing out and I’ll come running.” Phil assured Brent.

“Thanks Phil. I promise I will be in touch,” Brent said as, with a laugh, he left the office.

Brent headed over to Hamilton Publishing, thinking, “I better let Uncle Cliff know that I’m leaving town. If I don’t, he will be very suspicious.” Brent had always gotten along well with his Uncle Cliff.

Cliff Hamilton was Greg’s easygoing younger brother. Cliff was only twelve years older than Brent and, while growing up, Cliff had been Brent’s hero. Brent had no intention of telling Uncle Cliff anything about his newly revealed parentage. But he wanted Uncle Cliff to know that he was going to get away for awhile to come to terms with his mother’s death.

Brent found his Uncle Cliff sitting behind his desk playing solitaire on his computer. “Hi, squirt. How have you been holding up? I haven’t heard form you in a couple of days and I have been worried about you,” asked Cliff.

“Oh, I’m holding up pretty well, Uncle Cliff,” said Brent. “Actually, that is why I came by. I’ve decided that I need to get away for awhile. Mom had some friends up in Pennsylvania and I think I might go visit them for awhile.”

“That’s interesting. Where about’s in Pennsylvania are you going, kid?” asked Cliff.

“I think the name of the town is Llanview, Uncle Cliff. It’s not too far from Harrisburg, I think,” replied Brent.

“That’s even more interesting,” said Cliff. “I know you don’t know much about the publishing business, but I have a favor to ask of you,” said Cliff.

“Okay, Uncle Cliff, I’ll bite. For you I would do just about anything,” Brent said with a big, teasing grin on his face.

“Well,” said Cliff, smiling back at Brent, “Hamilton Publishing has been having some negotiations with The Banner — a newspaper in Llanview — about doing a special monthly supplement for them. I need to meet with the publisher of The Banner, Victoria Lord Carpenter, but I just have too many things going on here to get up there.”

“I’d be happy to help, but what good could I be when I don’t know anything about what’s going on?” inquired Brent, looking confused.

“Don’t worry kid,” said Cliff. “I have the whole proposal already drawn up. All you have to do is present it to the lady. I understand that she is a real pretty single lady and you usually don’t have much trouble making a good impression on them.”

Brent looked at Cliff and grinned. “You know me pretty well, Uncle. I will meet with your pretty publisher and give her the old Hamilton charm to see if I can get your deal done. My plane leaves tomorrow afternoon. Get me a copy of the proposal and an appointment with Ms. Carpenter as soon as you can. I want to get your business taken care of right away so I can concentrate on the things I need to do.”

“Brent, I sure do appreciate this, I owe you one, kid. You take care and let me know what happens,” Cliff said as he gave Brent a big hug.

Brent put his attache case under the seat on the plane. He had two seats in first class — he always bought two seats together so he had enough room to spread out his six-foot-two-inch frame. But even in first class there never seemed to be enough room for his long legs. As he buckled his seat belt and smiled at the pretty, dark haired flight attendant, he was thinking about how he was going to approach meeting his father, Asa, once he got to Llanview.

Brent had received briefings from Phil before he left about all of the Buchanans. “I think I will just study the ones on Asa, Bo and Cord to start out with,” thought Brent. “It is going to be confusing enough, without trying to remember everything about everyone.”

It was unlikely he would have any dealings with Kevin, Joey, or Drew. In the beginning, and since Clint lived on the West Coast, he thought he probably would not even meet him for quite awhile.

Brent opened the attache case and was all set to settle into reading about his long-lost relatives when he saw the folder with “Hamilton Publishing” printed on the cover. “Crap,” thought Brent, “I forgot about that little favor for Uncle Cliff. Well, I guess I’ll read it first. I can get to the Buchanan stuff after I get to Llanview and get settled.”

Brent opened the folder. There was a note stapled to the report from Uncle Cliff. “Kid,” the note said, “here is everything you should need. I made an appointment for you to see Ms. Carpenter at 9:00 p.m. tonight. I know that is a little late, but you are the one who wants to get this business out of the way. Besides, if I know you, you’ll end up convincing the widow lady to have a late dinner with you.”

Brent asked the driver sent by the Palace Hotel if he would take his bags on to the hotel for him. The plane landed two hours late due to mechanical problems, and it was already 8:45 p.m. — Brent had only 15 minutes to get to The Banner office to meet with Victoria Carpenter.

Despite his joking with Uncle Cliff, the last thing Brent had on his mind was the prospect of getting involved with a woman. On the other hand, he was sure that Ms. Carpenter was acquainted with the Buchanans. He thought that if he could convince her to go out for a late business dinner, he might be able to gather some information about Asa and his family from someone who actually knew them. Besides, Brent figured that it wouldn’t hurt to start making friends in Llanview, especially if they were as pretty as Uncle Cliff said she was.

Brent walked into the lobby of The Banner newspaper where an elderly gentleman was sitting at the desk looking at the security monitors. The man greeted Brent with a big smile, “Well, hello, sir,” the old man said. “How are you doing tonight? You go right on up to her office, sir. I know that she will be glad to see you.”

Brent was about to ask where Ms. Carpenter’s office was when he saw the directory and realized it was on the 6th floor. As he entered the elevator, a young woman gave him a big smile. “How are you this evening, sir?” she asked.

“I’m fine, thank you, a confused Brent replied.

“These have got to be the friendliest people I have ever met,” thought Brent. “This is all very, very strange.”

Viki Carpenter was sitting at her desk wishing that she hadn’t made the appointment to see Brent Hamilton on this night. She had been going through her office, cleaning out the bookshelves and the drawers in her desk. It had needed to be done for a long time, but Viki hadn’t anticipated that there would be so many memories of Clint in everything she went through. It hurt so badly to look at all these pieces of their lives together, not just as a married couple, but as co-workers and best friends. Viki missed Clint so much that she felt physical pain from it. “I don’t think this ache in my heart will ever go away,” she thought. “Oh, God, I have to pull myself together before Mr. Hamilton arrives. Maybe he can take my mind off Clint long enough to get some business done.”

Just then, Brent knocked on the door to Viki’s office. “Please, come in, Mr. Hamilton,” she answered in a soft, feminine voice.

Brent opened the door and saw a beautiful blond woman sitting at a desk, wearing a pearl grey suit and a light blue blouse that perfectly matched her gorgeous blue eyes. “WOW,” thought Brent, “maybe I have been selling the publishing business short. None of my business associates at Hamilton Shipping look anything like Victoria Carpenter.”

Brent noticed that Ms. Carpenter’s expression had suddenly changed. She seemed embarrassed and flustered. Brent was about to ask what was wrong when she recovered her voice and said, “Clint, what are you doing here? I mean, I didn’t know you were in town. Do the kids know you are back?”

“Something is very different about Clint,” thought Viki. “He has on an imported dark blue suit and Italian shoes. Has Lindsay changed him that much?”

A very bewildered Brent said, “I’m sorry, Ms. Carpenter, but you must have me confused with someone else. My name is Brent Hamilton. I’m representing Hamilton Publishing and we have an appointment tonight. If there is some problem, I can come back tomorrow.”

Viki just shook her head. She couldn’t believe that this was not Clint. “This Brent fellow looks just exactly like Clint,” Viki thought, as she finally managed to find her voice again.

“I’m sorry Mr. Hamilton,” Viki stammered. “It’s just that you look exactly like my ex-husband, Clint Buchanan.”

Now it was Brent’s turn to be stunned, as he stared at his former sister-in-law.

Clint Buchanan was sitting at his desk at Buchanan Enterprises wondering how his life could be any emptier. True, he had a beautiful new wife, and he loved her in his own way, but he knew he rushed into this marriage with Lindsay. They were both trying to make it work but, in his heart, Clint knew that he could never feel the kind of love for Lindsay that he still felt for Viki.

Clint quit his job as Editor-in-Chief of The Banner because being around Viki all the time had just becomd too difficult. Working at Buchanan Enterprises didn’t help either; he was a newspaperman, not a businessman.

Clint had just received a telephone call from an old friend in California who ran a newspaper in the San Francisco Bay Area. The old friend wanted him to come out to the West Coast and be the executive editor of his newspaper.

“Maybe this is the answer,” thought Clint. “If I’m away from Viki, maybe Lindsay and I will have a chance, and I’ll be doing what I love again, instead of being bored stiff.”

Clint called Cord in Europe and convinced him to come back and take over Buchanan Enterprises, as well as help Bo take care of the family in Llanview.

When he told Viki his plans, she was at a loss. First, Clint married Lindsay. Then he quit The Banner and now he was leaving town for the West Coast!

Viki knew she made the worst mistake of her life by not remarrying Clint. How could she have been so stupid and let him go? She had been so sure that his marriage to Lindsay would not work and she would eventually have a chance to win him back, but with an entire country between them, how would she be able to do that?

“Well,” Viki thought, “I guess I will just have to learn to live on my own and cope as best I can. I will pray every night that some day Clint will return to Llanview and I will win his love back.”

Meanwhile, in New Orleans, Brent Hamilton had just returned from his mother’s funeral. He sat at his desk in the office of Hamilton Shipping with his head in his hands. The last week had been one of sorrow and turmoil for him. Brent had been close to his mother and loved her very much — and he was in shock. It wasn’t only her heart attack, the hospital stay, her death, and the funeral that had his head spinning. It was her deathbed confession.

Brent had been the only child of Greg and Julia Hamilton. Brent and his father had never gotten along. Greg was part of New Orleans society and head of Hamilton Publishing, noted for publishing mainly books and magazines written in the southern society style. Greg had passed away several years earlier and Brent’s Uncle Cliff now ran the company which was just fine with Brent — he didn’t want any part of the publishing business. Brent left home after flunking out of college and made his own way in life. He started out as a longshoreman and began working his way up the corporate hierarchy until he ended up winning a shipping company in a poker game.

Brent’s luck in love wasn’t as good. He’d had one great love in his life, Blanche. They had been blissfully married for two years when she died while giving birth to his child. The baby girl also died and Brent never got over it. He had been involved with many women during the years since Blanche’s death, but had never had a serious relationship — and he preferred it that way.

Julia’s revelation played over and over in Brent’s mind. Greg Hamilton was not his father, after all. His real father’s name was Asa Buchanan, an oil tycoon whom Julia had met shortly after her marriage to Greg.

Mark scoured the property and decided he really didn’t know his way around and that it might take days to find out where Ivan had secreted Karen. He found a man roaming the halls in a khaki uniform whom he thought might be a custodian or maintenance man.

“Excuse me, sir. I work for Dr. Kipling and he wanted me to check out the equipment in the basement. He thinks you may be having some trouble with the plumbing and possibly the emergency generator. Could you show me the way to the basement?”

“Si, Senor. ” The man led Mark to the end of the hall, down some steps and down some more steps. The hallway became sparsely lighted and the smell wasn’t appealing. Too many fumes from various sources and no air circulation.

“I know you must have other things to do, Senor. I can take it from here and it might take some time, so don’t worry about me.”

“Si, Senor, as you wish.”

Mark was left alone to search the vast underground. But he didn’t have much time. He knew the visitors would become restless and Ivan would also want things to proceed.

He stood still and listened. There was no sound, except for a gentle hum. He couldn’t hear the breeze outside or any of the activity above him. This place was a veritable fortress. How Ivan ever discovered it was beyond comprehension. He found supply rooms filled with old cloths, paint cans, mixing pans and other materials. In a closet, he found a ladder, which he hoped to remember, if he needed it. In another closet, he found some old barrels, like the kind that oil is stored in. His stomach did a flip-flop as he tried to tip them and attempted to open them. ‘Please don’t let Karen be in one of these!’ he wailed silently to himself. Nothing. All empty, except for trash. In fact, the whole underground was empty. At least empty of Karen. Mark didn’t find any of Ivan’s skeletons in this ‘closet’. Time to go on and check on Clint.

There was a slight knock and then Ivan strode through the door of Clint’s room.

“Well, now, it’s so nice to see you so much better. Tell me how you feel.”

“I feel so good that even looking at you doesn’t hurt too much.”

“Always a sense of humor. You are getting back to normal, eh? I had hoped you would be up to a little trip this afternoon.”

“What kind of trip?”

“Oh, just a trip to the other side of the compound, to meet with the doctors and assistants and start our little project.”

“Ivan, Clint isn’t well enough yet. We don’t need to be there. We’ve cooperated so far, but us going anywhere is unnecessary, as far as I can see.”

“That’s because you don’t see the whole picture, Viki. I think it’s very important that everyone attend, everyone participate. Don’t you want to see our plan come to fruition?”

“I couldn’t care less. We’ve suffered enough indignities, let us alone.”

“Clint, you haven’t said anything. It’s not like you to keep quiet. What are your thoughts?”

“I think I’m strong enough to go. I do want to look these people in the eyeballs. I want them to know I’m the one who’s paid for getting rid of their problems. And if I can have them all arrested, someday, I will. One of my uncles died in Europe during WWII. If I can bring some of these criminals to justice, so be it.”

“I would expect nothing less from you. Revenge, though, seems more like my style. Maybe we’re more alike than you’d care to think.”

“Ivan, get out of here. You’re more than I can stomach.” Clint was becoming angry now and Viki could see his temper escalate.

“Darling, it’s probably not good for you to get upset. Just ignore him.”

“Nonsense, his blood pressure is fine. But, I’ll leave now and send someone for you later. You can decide then if you wish to attend.”

Karen was busily getting dressed when Mark showed up at her door. She hadn’t been hidden away at all. She was in one the rooms that had been used as Residents’ Quarters long ago. At one time, the place had been a teaching hospital. Now it was a dinosaur, dangerously close to extinction. There weren’t any Residents now. They were lucky to have Ivan.

“Yes, can I help you?” questioned Karen.

“You don’t know me, Mrs. Wolek.”

“Technically, I’m Mrs. Pierpont. Who are you, what do you want?”

” My name is Mark Hopkins. I’m sorry to be disturbing you, but I work for Dr. Kipling,” stammered Mark.

“It’s too early. I’m not ready to go yet.” Karen had taken a shower after her tanning session and had changed into a flowery print sundress. The spaghetti straps were thin and the bodice was really tight. She looked ready for anything, thought Mark.

“I’m not here to pick you up. I just need to talk to you.”

“Well, okay, then come in,” Karen said as she motioned toward the couch.

“I know you don’t know me. But I’ve been worried about you. I’m sorry you’ve been held against your will.”

“But I haven’t been. I thought you said you worked for Ivan.”

“I do, but I assumed that you were here under duress.”

“No, not really. I believe in what Ivan’s doing, or trying to do.  Ivan was an enemy in another lifetime. I’ve been through a lot, Ivan has helped me. The least I can do is cooperate.”

“Then you weren’t coerced or threatened into coming here? What about Monte Carlo?”

“Oh, I gladly went to Monte! It was a blast! I hadn’t been there since my honeymoon with Larry. The only regret was that he couldn’t be there with me.”

“But he was there, he was looking for you, hoping and praying to find you.”

“I wasn’t able to reveal myself. But Ivan made sure I was comfortable.”

“This gives me a whole new insight into you, I mean into Ivan. Mrs. Pierpont, I’m sorry to have bothered you. You’ve helped a lot.”

“How have I helped? I really didn’t tell you anything.”

“Yes, ma’am, you did. You told me exactly what I needed to know……about Dr. Kipling, I mean.”

“He is a fascinating, powerful man. Learn from him.”

Mark went away with a downcast attitude.  All this time he had thought that Karen was a victim.  She was a co-conspirator.  Larry was going to be so disappointed.  He had suffered so much in the name of love.  Should Mark tell Larry about Karen before the big event?  He had a right to know.  Maybe, Larry could salvage his dignity before he humiliated himself.  Mark felt obligated to tell him, but he just didn’t know how.  He finally decided to wait until later.  He would figure something out. Mark was very disappointed, too.  He thought he would be her hero, save her from the dragon Kipling.  He knew he had been wrong.  She wasn’t the woman he had imagined.  Surely, she wasn’t the woman Larry had told him about.  Even more interesting, what would Larry think of Karen’s collusion?  Was she going to try to get money from him?  Or was it just a personal revenge?

Ivan was making preparations for the doctors and assistants to meet their patients. The south wing was cleaned and the patients were excited to be meeting the men and women that would restore their bodies. There was a buzz in the air. The electricity was crackling and there was more joy in the wing than ever before.

Monique had delivered the message to Mark that sent him on the errand to collect Larry and the Buchanans. They were to all meet at the South wing lobby in 15 minutes. Clint had been determined to be included and Viki had no choice but to acquiesce.

“I suppose we’ve come this far, we might as well finish it, ” she said.

“I will be glad to get it over with.”

The lobby was full. The doctors, nurses and assistants, Larry, Viki, Clint, Monique and Ivan were there.

“Before we go in the ward, I want to tell you how much we appreciate your coming. We are in desperate need of your services.”

Clint whispered to Viki, “Is this the part where he tells him they’re going to be operating on Nazis?”

“You will find various challenges here. Too many problems, not enough staff. Too many infirmities, not enough hope. You are the answers to many prayers. Once again, we thank you.”

Mark, Larry, Viki and Clint hung back as Ivan opened the doors to the ward. The others rushed in and immediately began to work. Nurses started to take vital signs, the doctors focused on looking at charts and chatting with their patients. Ivan noticed that the four hadn’t gone in, but were lingering in the lobby.

“Won’t you join us? Our patients are anxious to thank you for all you’ve done. You, too, are the reason we’ll be able to solve so many problems.

Reluctantly, they all went into the ward and were stunned by what they saw. It was impossible! This couldn’t be right.

Finally, Viki broke the silence, “Ivan, these are all children!”

“Yes, Viki, they are, ” admitted Ivan.

“But, but . . . ”

“I know, I tricked you. I do apologize.”

“But why?” questioned Viki.

“Because you wouldn’t have taken me seriously. If I had come to you with my sad story, you would have been suspicious and you wouldn’t have believed me. I don’t blame you. The monster that I was would have deserved such disbelief.”

“Why didn’t you just tell us, Kipling?” Clint asked.

“Because you wouldn’t have accepted that I was a human being again, that I could care for children.”

“Who are these children?”

“Jean-Claude, oh, by the way, may I call you Mark now? These children are here due to the machinations of a horrible regime. They come from another country, Vanchan, on the southern border of Chile. The current dictator has begun a “house cleaning”. In order to get the “perfect child”, they have removed all children with imperfections from their homes. He wants to “purge” his society of defects. Sound familiar? Perfect society. The travesty is, these children are treatable, and in many instances, curable. They have vision and hearing problems, speech problems, cleft palates, club foot or something similar. But this backward country won’t come up to the times. It insists on getting medical perfection by ignoring medical problems.”

“Oh, my God, how did they get here?”

“Viki, they are taking from their homes and shipped across the continent in railroad cars. This abandoned hospital was set up as an “orphanage”, but sadly, they are not orphans. Their families have been brainwashed and they have been encamped here.”

“I’m so ashamed!”

“No need to be ashamed, Viki. You are going to help me solve these problems. We can do it together.”

“I still think that if you had presented the facts, we would have helped.”

“But you would have been disappointed! Now, you are elated, are you not, and surprised that I am not the viper you thought me?”

“Yes, I suppose we do owe you a deep apology.”

“I’m not looking for an apology. I’m just interested in treating the children.”

Larry had been severely quiet until now. “That still doesn’t explain about Karen. Where is she?”

“She’s in the conference room, waiting for you. I know you’ll be pleased.”

Ivan led the way and reunited Larry and Karen. This time Karen was coherent and alive and beautiful.

“Karen, I’ve been so worried about you! Are you alright?”

“Yes, Larry, I’m fine. Ivan has treated me well and I haven’t been hurt.”

“But you appeared drugged when we had dinner together. And on the plane, too.”

“It was just an act, I’m afraid. I’m sorry that we deceived you, but it was the only way. Ivan convinced me of that.”

“You went with him willingly?” Larry was aghast and was slow comprehending what exactly was unraveling.

“Not at first. But he promised me that you and I would be able to see each other. Maybe work on our past. Do you think that’s possible?”

“I’m not sure if I can overlook this, Karen.”

“If you’ll just look around, Larry, isn’t it worth it? These precious, innocent children. Larry, they’ve never had a chance. You’re doing a marvelous thing, you’re creating miracles. These kids can go home to their families or be adopted by people who love them, instead of living in an institution for the rest of their lives. And not getting medical correction for these simple things? I know you. You would do this anyway. But you wouldn’t have trusted Ivan, we both know that, don’t we?”

“Yes, it’s an admirable and worthy endeavor. But I have a problem with being manipulated over it.”

“I can appreciate you being mad. I expected it, but I hoped that you could forgive me.”

“I think I can, in time. But can I just be alone to think about it?”

“Sure. I’m going to read a story to some of the kids. I’ve gotten pretty fond of a couple of them. Maybe someday, we could both tell them stories.”

Larry walked away and noticed that Viki and Clint were playing with a little girl whose eyes were crossed. She had the brightest smile and her hair was silky black. She had crawled up into Viki’s lap and she was touching Viki’s hair. Clint was laughing and Viki started to tickle the child. Larry just needed time to think. Little did he know that the surprises weren’t over. In fact, they’d just begun.

Monique and Ivan joined the other doctors and nurses. He had created a system to evaluate the worst conditions, schedule the surgeries and start rehabilitation programs. The operating rooms were a challenge, but the doctors were up to it. Little eyes, mouths and feet, among other things, were fixed and made normal. There were some conditions that weren’t reversible, but one of the doctors there was on the board of Kids of Challenge, International, an adoption agency that specialized in “difficult” adoptions. They had placed hundreds of children with loving families who didn’t care that they had problems.

“Karen, I’d like to talk again. Do you have a minute?”

“Of course, Larry, we can go back to the conference room.”

Mark saw the two together again and decided that now was the time to confront them. He would get the truth out of them, if it was the last thing he did.

“I remember seeing this wing from the other side. I couldn’t make anything out, but I saw a faint light.”

“There wasn’t much laughter here before today, Larry. Since I’ve been here, it’s been deadly quiet. Not too much to be thankful over. The staff tried but it was so overwhelmingly hopeless.”

“I’m glad we came, Karen. I know it wasn’t right for Ivan to trick us, but I’m glad we’re here. If you’ll be patient with me, I think we can work on things.”

“Oh, Larry, you’ve made me so happy! I was afraid to even hope for your understanding. I know it wasn’t right, but yet it was. Thank you so much for willing to try.”

“Larry, Karen, could I talk to you for a minute?”

“What is it, Mark?”

“Karen, I hope this doesn’t offend you. But I have something to tell you– I am your son.”

“What?!?”

“Karen doesn’t have any children. That’s a lie!” shouted Larry.

“Yes, I’m her son. I’m 30 years old.”

“Tell him he’s crazy, Karen.”

“I can’t, Larry. I do have a child. A son. He was born 30 years ago.” Karen was bowing her head, shaking it, like she didn’t believe it herself.

“How?  When?”

“Before I ever met you, Larry. I was young. I didn’t know about birth control. I got scared. I couldn’t take care of a baby! I did the only thing I knew to do.”

“You gave it away?” asked Larry.

“Yes, she gave me away. Karen, I’ve been looking for you for a long time. And I have been looking for my father, too. Can you help me?”

“Wait, this is incredible. Where did you come from? How did you find Karen?”

“I was adopted by the Hopkins family. They died in a car wreck while I was in college. My aunt kept up with me, encouraged me, loved me, the best she could after they died. Actually, she was an aunt by marriage. But she loved me as her own. She didn’t have any children, either. She died five years ago and that’s when I came across some letters. Letters that intimated who my parents were.”

“Your aunt? Hopkins?”

“Yes, Ina Hopkins.”

Larry looked stunned. “Ina knew about this? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because my father is Ivan Kipling and she was too ashamed of him!”

“No, you’re wrong, Mark!”

“Wrong that you were ashamed of him?”

“No, Ivan is not your father! Your father is Marco Dane.”

“Marco? You’re not serious! It’s unbelievable.”

“It’s believable, Larry. Did you forget about me knowing Marco before I came to Llanview? Did you forget that before I came to Llanview, I testified against Marco and he was sent to jail? But my pregnancy was one secret Herb Callison didn’t get out of me on the witness stand!”

“No, I couldn’t forget but why did you give Mark up?”

“I didn’t think Marco was going to get out of jail so soon. The justice system wasn’t any better then than it is now. I thought because he got twenty years, he would serve twenty years. Wrong, he got eighteen months. I didn’t think a baby should be saddled with a prostitute for a mother. I didn’t think Marco was good father material, either.”

“But why didn’t you come after me, when you two got back together?”

“Mark, we weren’t really ever romantically involved after that. I kept the secret of your conception, birth and adoption from him. He was my pimp, for God’s sake. I was scared of him. I didn’t know how he would react if I told him. The longer I kept quiet, the harder it was to even consider telling the truth. He was a cruel man, a man with a criminal record. I loved him, but he was bad for me. And I finally got him out of my system.”

“You could have told him after he got out. I needed both my parents.”

“You had parents and they were very good to you. I kept up with you for awhile, but I didn’t want anyone to get suspicious. Ina took the secret to her grave, but apparently, she didn’t get rid of the letters.”

“Marco Dane. He doesn’t sound any better than Ivan!”

“Don’t be too disappointed, Mark, he did change. He became a much better person.”

“Do you know where he is?”

“No, but the last time I heard, he was in Port Charles, NY. But then he hooked up with some woman named Tracy and I haven’t heard from him since.”

“Will you help me find him?”

“Yes. I’m so sorry Mark. I hope you can forgive me–someday.”

“I’m glad it’s out in the open now. I have been struggling with this for five years. I’ve endured Ivan and I’ve been completely isolated from my friends. Now, I can start my life over. I can be who I really am.”

“Larry, I know this is quite a shock to you, but are you still willing to work at a relationship?”

“Wow, this is so much to assimilate. But I’m willing to try.”

Later, Mark told Viki and Clint his incredible story. They were shocked, to say the least, but it answered some questions for them, too. They were happy that Karen and Larry were going to work on their relationship. Clint had been on the phone and had just finished planning for a foundation that would self-fund all the medical treatment that these kids would need. He had talked with his lawyers and accountants and almost all the legalities were settled before the day was over. His people moved when he issued orders, and he wasn’t about to let any of these children suffer any longer than necessary. Clint had also ordered the jet to meet them in Rio. He and Viki were leaving right away for Llanview. But Karen, Larry and Mark were going to stay a little longer and get to know each other. Ivan through himself into the work, with Monique right by his side. When Larry’s colleagues back in Llanview heard of the need, more and more volunteered their services. Things were really going to change in the old hospital in Macao.

The children were happy, the adults were happy. The only thing missing was Marco Dane. But then, you never know when Marco’s going to show up.

~~ The End ~~

Viki slept well, finally. She must have really needed the sleep, too. Her eyes were matted, from the tears she’d shed during her sleep. She tried to put the impossible out of her mind. Clint was going to get well and things would be right. They would be going home and back to their children. It was just a matter of time. Clint would bounce back, he was strong and healthy, otherwise. She knew he’d be okay, she’d prayed. She’d told God how much she needed him, had always needed him and always would. She believed in miracles and she thought they definitely needed one now.

Going into the bathroom, she straightened herself as best she could. Her makeup was smeared and she decided to give her face a good washing. There wasn’t much makeup left, anyway. She always wore makeup, except when she stayed at home, she felt undressed when she didn’t have it on. But her skin was beginning to beg for air. It was warm in the hospital. It had window units, but they apparently weren’t enough to keep the whole hospital cool. The staff seemed used to it, though. It was cooler inside than out, and that she was grateful for. Clint was a Texas boy and could stand the heat, but Viki was used to air conditioning. Even at the ranch, she always ran the air, full blast. Running her hands through her hair and using a little water to perk up her ‘do, she wondered where she could find some coffee.

“Later, after I check on Clint,” she thought.

She was almost scared to open the door. Every time she walked through it, she was afraid she would find something she didn’t want to see. She could see him lifeless, again. She could see an empty bed, the rumpled sheets where his warm body had been. Mustering her courage, she pushed on the door and bolstered her spirits to match a mood she really didn’t have. But she had to put on the ‘happy face’. He couldn’t sense there was fear in her. It was hard; no, it was impossible. This fear was the biggest wall she’d ever had to scale. Her illnesses had been one thing, but she loved Clint more than herself. She could take the pain and infirmity, the mental anguish. However, her heart ached with a powerful, stabbing twinge. It poked her over and over again. She thought she could hear it, pounding in her head, screaming at her. She wanted to scream back. “Go away, leave me alone. Go somewhere else!” Could someone really die from a broken heart? She would, if she lost Clint. Her life wouldn’t take the void, wouldn’t accept the hole that would surely eat her up.

“Clint, darling!” He was still asleep and her hopes were dashed. She walked over to him and kissed him gently on the forehead. It seemed normal. The nurse had raised the bed and he was almost sitting up. She looked at his handsome face and leaned over again to brush some sleep out of the corner of his eye. All at once, he raised his arm and grabbed her. “Got you!”

Viki was so startled she turned around and sat on the bed. “Don’t you ever do that to me again! You scared the life out of me. You are awake, you big bear!”

“You didn’t expect me to be awake or maybe you weren’t expecting me to be alive, huh?”

“Of course, I did. But no one told me you were awake! How long have you been this way?”

“I guess, pretty much near all my life, ma’am.” he said grinning the biggest grin.

“You . . . , you . . . , you beautiful man! I’m so happy!”

“I keep telling you, men aren’t beautiful. You’re the only beautiful one in this room. Come give me a kiss, quick!”

“Are you sure we should? Aren’t you sore or something?”

“Well, not on my lips, for goodness sake! Get over here!”

Viki stood up and leaned over and expected a sweet, little kiss. Instead, she got a long, hungry, passionate kiss that nearly knocked her off her feet. She then went around to the other side of the bed, put down the bed rail and climbed on top of the bed. It was a small hospital bed, but they fit together just fine. She put her arm around his pillow and rested her head on his. He felt so good. He was alive and vital and so loving. He reached up and touched her chin and stretched to kiss the tip of her nose. Scooting down in the bed, she cuddled next to him and tried to put her arms around him. But there were too many “wires” on him. They were about to get tangled up, IV and all. Viki started to giggle and Clint laughed. “Ever done it in a hospital bed?”

“No, and I don’t want to know if you have, Mr. Buchanan.”

“Want to try something new, Mrs. Buchanan?”

“Yes, but not now. This is a little too lacking privacy for me. Anybody could walk right in, any minute. The last thing I want to do is be somebody’s personal porn flick.”

“Shucks,” grinned Clint. “I was beginning to feel so good, too!”

“Another time, Romeo.”

At that precise moment, Mark walked in. He took one look at the two of them in the bed and whirled around. “Sorry, I should have knocked. I’ll come back.”

“My point proved, I think. No, Mark, it’s okay. Come on in.”

“No, it’s okay that I don’t come in. I just wanted to tell you that I’m leaving now for the airport. Clint, glad to see you’re . . . you’re back to normal.” stuttered Mark. He was so embarrassed, he turned a bright red, from his neck to the top of his ears. The whole time he was just dying inside. He couldn’t believe he had walked in on them. What was he thinking? Well, Clint had been on the brink of death the night before. It was only natural to assume that he might still be unconscious.

“We’ll be here. Good luck. Hope you don’t have any problems. Is Larry going with you?”

“I hadn’t asked him, I assumed he’d be tied up here.”

“No, the only person tied up here is me. They’ve got me hooked up like a TV antenna. There’s no way I can fly away.”

“Clint, I hope you get real better, soon. Actually, you surprised me. I was fearing the worst last night.”

“A Buchanan doesn’t give up easy, son. I have too much to live for.”

“Mark, you can turn around, really. I just laid down to give him a hug.”

“OK, but I really have to be running anyway. Take it easy, both of you. I’ll be back in several hours.”

“That long?”

“Remember the limo ride from Rio? We have to do that in a school bus! I’m really dreading it, too.”

“Why’s that?”

“Can you imagine all these high-rolling doctors riding in an un-air conditioned school bus? You think they’ll stand for that?”

“The way I look at it, Mark. If they got no choice, they got no choice. I’m already paying for their vacation. They didn’t come to downtown London. And you can tell them that for me, if you find it necessary.”

“Thanks, Clint. That helps, but it still doesn’t address the living quarters.”

“Same goes. Don’t take any flak from them.”

Larry had wanted to inspect the operating rooms, equipment and supplies, so Ivan had given him a brief tour and allowed him to inspect the rest of the facilities alone. He was sorely disappointed. The surgery site was as old and out-dated as the part of the hospital Clint was in. But Larry had noticed that there was another part of the hospital that no one ever went in. It was locked up and inaccessible from the end of the corridor. He thought he heard activity, but he couldn’t be sure. Even though the building was old, it was solid and the ancient brick walls were thick, strong and virtually soundproof. Once, he thought he heard a scream. But he wasn’t sure. Then he heard it again. No, it could be an animal. A tortured animal, maybe. He squinted through a crack in the door, but couldn’t see much. There was a dim light very far away. He couldn’t make out any shapes or forms.

There didn’t seem to be anything moving. There, he heard it again. He pressed his ear to the door. It was thick, too and not only locked, but chained. There was something in there that Ivan didn’t want anyone to know about. It was definitely a secret that Larry intended to find out. If someone was being kept prisoner, being tortured even, he had to know about it. He would ask Ivan, but only after he’d exhausted all other areas, because he knew Ivan would never tell him the truth. And he would bet that Ivan was up to no good. Maybe he would ask one of the nurses.

Following Ivan’s plans, Mark went to the airport and met everyone. There weren’t enough taxis, so he had had to “borrow” a local school bus. Well, it wasn’t exactly borrowing. He had slipped the driver a fifth of Tequila and pointed out a very shady spot in a field not too far from the school. He would return the bus after transporting passengers and luggage. It was after school hours, so, hopefully, no one would know the difference. The only problem was, the bus wasn’t air conditioned. He hoped everyone would be a good sport about it. But if Ivan was a good example to judge by, he might be tarred and feathered before the day was over. Maybe he could fake them out and tell them they were experiencing a cold snap. Wouldn’t work. He’d just have tell them what Clint thought about it. Tough luck!

He had been told to take the professionals to the far side of the compound. He had checked the place out earlier in the day and wasn’t very impressed. He hoped that the docs liked camping. It reminded him of the Boy Scout barracks that he had spent summers at. 50 cots, 6 toilets and 4 showers. That and the fact it also wasn’t air conditioned, would definitely factor into the equation for unhappiness. He was surprised that Ivan had expected the others to go for such primitive conditions. After all, they were used the to palaces of the world. Not this. But Ivan waved off his concerns with a cavalier attitude. ‘They’ll adjust’ was all that he said. Seemed rather basic, but then Ivan did have an amazing power over people. He could get them to do anything, as long as they didn’t know him. Then they got suspicious. Mark wondered how many of the visiting entourage would know Ivan. Hopefully, none of them. That would make for a bad start. It was going to take all Ivan’s persuasive powers to convince people he didn’t know to do this dirty work for him. If there was anything to be said about Ivan, it was that he was persistent, self-assured and totally oblivious to what others thought of him. Which could be an asset, sometimes.

The hot, dusty road created huge swirls of clouds as he drove down the road. The group seemed nice enough, for now. They’d been smart and dressed very casual. Good thing, it was ninety-eight degrees and eighty percent humidity. But the idea of a free vacation tempered just about any amount of rage. It wouldn’t be long, though. They still hadn’t seen the barracks. It was just a matter of time.

Meanwhile, Ivan was with Karen. He had made arrangements for her to come earlier to Macao than the rest of the party. She was lying in a chaise lounge, sipping a margarita in an inside courtyard. It was hot and Karen had on a swimsuit, attempting to tan.

“Are all your plans solid, Ivan?”

“Rock solid, Karen, my dear. And I couldn’t have done it without you. You have been a dream the entire time. I am impressed by your cooperation, really.”

“Well, when you explained the risks and the benefits, I just naturally wanted to help out. And getting a free vacation to boot, was a great incentive, too. And you did threaten my friends and family.”

“Just like my old Karen, always ready to believe the worst. Glad to see you haven’t changed, Dear. I mean, there was a time when only money could buy you. Money and nice things.”

“I don’t settle for just nice things anymore, Ivan. I’ve lost it all. I lost my husband. My career is washing up. I need Larry. I need someone to take care of and someone to take care of me.”

“Oh, Karen, if I had only known earlier. Perhaps, we could have had each other.”

“No offense, Ivan, but I don’t think I’m your type. You are better off with Monique. She’s a real doll, too. I’m not sure you deserve her, though.”

“I’m positive I don’t deserve her. And she deserves better. I do love her, Karen. I’m sure you have a hard time believing that. But I am not the monster I used to be.”

“I think that proving that will be hard. After this week, though, your name will be legend. ”

“Legend?”

“I mean, even more legend than it already is,” Karen said sarcastically.

“That’s better. I will have my day in court, so to speak. It’s unfortunate that Clint has been hurt. I did so want him to witness the beginning of our little project, which will occur soon.”

The patio door opened and Monique walked out in her crisp, white uniform. Looking rather distastefully at Karen, she addressed Ivan.

“Mr. Buchanan is awake. Seems to be doing fine. Larry Wolek is with him now. I think he will recover nicely.”

“Do you think he can make it to the festivities today? Mark should be here anytime with the rest of our guests.”

“Oh, I think he could manage it in a wheelchair. The IV should probably come out. He has walked to the bathroom. He’s unsteady, but that didn’t stop his wife from crawling on top of his bed!”

“Viki! How sensational! Go for it, girl!” Karen seemed pleased at this image she had pictured.

“Don’t worry, Monique. I’m sure there was no harm done.

“They always were a very passionate couple. Used to, they would fight hard and l assume love hard, because they always were good friends, faithful confidantes and loving partners. I admire them. I’m sure Viki had some very fearful, tense times.”

“Yes, Karen, you’re right, I’m sure Viki was concerned. And I was, too. Who else will pay for my little scheme?”

“Monique, I’ll go and check on Clint myself. You go out to the quarters and double-check that everything is ready. The maids have been there, it should all be done. I do want the place to be clean and for them to have everything they need. They will be working around the clock, in shifts, so we must make them comfortable.”

“Yes, Ivan, I will do as you ask.”

“Not really going to be on vacation for those chumps, huh, Ivan? You may have a major revolt on your hands.”

“Karen, I think after I have a little talk with them and use my famous persuasion techniques, they will gladly do what they can.”

“That or you’ll send them into the jungle without a guide,” laughed Karen.

Mark dropped the visiting medical team off and drove as fast as he could to the school to return the bus. He’d left a jeep close by and he needed to get back quickly. The old man was still asleep in the grass, the bottle long empty. He woke him up and helped him get aboard. He left the keys on the last seat so he wouldn’t try to drive drunk. He didn’t want that on his conscious. He had enough of that already. Speaking of things that were on his mind, he had to find Karen. He knew Kipling would have her here, it was instrumental in getting Larry to do what Ivan wanted. But if he could get there first, there might be a chance to put the odds in their favor!

Clint had been run down by a hit and run driver and Ivan had made sinister remarks about him needing brain surgery.

“I think that’s a little premature, Ivan. We need the test results before we consider brain surgery!” said an astonished Larry.

“Sorry, Larry, just a bit of humor. While I thought you would appreciate it, I see I was wrong,” he said rather evilly. “Did I hit a raw nerve?”

“This is not a joke to us, Ivan. Clint could have very serious injuries. If you won’t help, send us someone who will. Or get us out of this God forsaken place!” Viki was impatient, and rightfully so. Ivan had make a mockery of Clint’s accident and she wouldn’t tolerate it.

“Calm down, Viki. I think Clint’s going to be fine. He has already improved since he’s been here. His color’s good, breathing is normal, no huge hematomas visible. But we’ll wait for the test results, as Larry suggests. However, I think it would be best if you wait here. If you don’t trust us, perhaps Larry would like to sit in on the tests.”

“Oh, Larry, would you, please?”

“Of course, it would be my distinct pleasure to monitor the proceedings. Who knows what could happen to him, if I don’t supervise?”

For several hours, Viki paced the hallway with a grim expression. She was determined that Clint would survive and be back to his normal self. If it took the world’s best doctors, he would have them. The best therapists, too. No doubt, Asa would want to get in on the act, get some referrals from some of his friends the world over.

Mark brought Viki a cup of coffee. “Sorry, this is kinda strong. I don’t know how old it is but it may qualify for antiquity.”

“Thanks, I need it. The stronger, the better.”

“I’m surprised you don’t need something even stronger. I know I would.”

“It’s going to be fine, Mark. It just has to be.”

“I really admire your courage, Viki. You’re a special lady.”

Viki suddenly stopped her pacing and rested her head on her arms against the cool wall. Mark went over to her and gently put his hands on her neck. At first, she jumped slightly, but when he began to softly massage her shoulders, she relaxed.

“Ooh, that feels so good. Don’t stop, please. I didn’t realize how tense I was.”

“This always made my Mom feel better. She worried a lot because my Dad was a cop. Very high risk job. She never went to bed until he came home, but sometimes she fell asleep in her chair. She always had cricks.”

“I can see why she worried. You’ve never mentioned your family before. Are you close?”

“They’re both dead, Viki. Well, the folks that raised me are dead. I was adopted. They died in a car crash when I was in college. Never could have kids, so they got me.”

“What love. It takes a special, generous love to adopt a child. I can see they did a good job. ”

“Well, I hope so.” Mark grinned a bittersweet smile. “I miss them so much.”

“Do you know anything about your birth parents?”

“Learning more all the time. Never knew much, didn’t care to when the folks were alive. I never needed to know, they were enough. It just wasn’t important.”

“That’s a real testimony to your adoptive parents. Ever wonder about your medical background, though? That could be important, you know.”

“I’m working on it.” They both ran out of words to say. The silence was awkward. Finally, Viki said, “Thanks for the back-rub.”

“No problem. Rubbing the back of a beautiful woman is a privilege.” Viki blushed. “Well, I certainly don’t feel beautiful.” She self-consciously looked down at her jeans and saw there were stains and stray blades of grass around her knees. There was blood on her blouse and she’d lost a button.

“Oh, I really look bad. I didn’t realize . . . ”

“You’re fine, just let me get this spot off your cheek.” Mark used his thumb to wipe away some dark smudges from her sweet, soft face. He felt so sorry for her. She was remarkable, though, holding up well. Mark wondered if anyone would ever care for him the way Viki obviously loved Clint. Mark didn’t think so. He would never find anyone as wonderful as Viki. He cautioned himself against getting too close to Viki. She was such a great person, she never held anything against him and was always kind to him. A real lady. But a very married lady. And old enough to be his mother, he thought. Very attractive, though, he had to admit that. He could imagine . . .

Larry came from behind some doors and joined Viki and Mark.

“Good news. Nothing is broken. No dangerous bruises or hematomas. However, we can’t rule out a concussion. He has regained and lost consciousness twice, but right now, he’s out.”

“But that’s not good, Larry.”

“It’s not bad, really, all the signs are good. In fact, the body’s best defense is sleep. Right now, he’s comfortable and should be coming around soon. We will wake him every 2 hours or so, anyway, to check his progress and make sure there’s no swelling in the brain.”

“May I see him?”

“I think that’s a good idea, Viki. Talk to him, assure him, say everything to encourage him. Don’t talk doom and gloom in front of him. We’re not sure just how much unconscious people comprehend. What you say could make the difference.”

“Larry, how long will he be this way?” asked Mark.

“We’ll be sitting around the clock, we should know something in 24 hours. Which means, because of the shortage of staff here, we, literally, will be sitting with him.”

“You know I’ll be right by his side.”

“Me, too,” offered Mark.

“But you have to be the escort for the doctors and others that are coming tomorrow. I can’t leave Clint with Ivan.”

“I understand, Larry, but I can help as long as I can before I go meet them.”

“Thanks, we can use you. They’re moving him to a room now, where we can all be more comfortable.”

Viki was at Clint’s bedside, stroking his forehead, moving his hair. He was so still. As still as he’d been on the grass. But his face wasn’t scrunched up, like before. She supposed that Larry had given him something for the pain. She hoped so, because she couldn’t stand for him to be in pain. Larry had found an empty room and decided to get himself some sleep. That way, he could take over for Viki later. She probably wouldn’t let him, but he’d try. He was bone tired from all the activity going on and the tension of Clint’s condition. Clint was a very good friend. They had been friends since Clint had come to town. Larry had been around from the beginning of Viki and Clint’s romance. He had seen the love and devotion that those two had for one another. Sure, they’d had major storms, but they always got back together. They were made for each other and everybody knew that. He tossed and turned on the small hospital bed to get comfortable. But he had forgotten how uncomfortable they were. And then Karen kept running through his brain, too. Where was she? Were they ever going to be together? He finally fell asleep, hoping he wouldn’t have to face any demons, at least not tonight.

Ivan was busy telling his associates about the plans to bring the American surgeons and doctors to see them. He assured them all that their problems would be fixed. He was hopeful that their lives would be changed forever. It was truly their destiny. They deserved to be whole and cured and free. He would make it happen. He and his wonderful American friends. The time would come soon, very soon. ‘Get ready, he said, wonderful things are about to happen. Joy will replace sadness. Legs that can’t walk, will run. Eyes that can’t see, will read. Nothing is impossible, now.’

Mark, however, was up to something entirely different. He was working on his journal. He wrote every night. He put down all the questions he had and the answers he wanted. He wrote down facts and figures. He had it all planned, too. Ivan wasn’t the only one with plans. Mark was getting too close to what he wanted. His life would never be the same, either. Could he go through with it? Did he have the courage to pursue this dream? The dream he’d had for 15 years? It would be so simple to just walk away. But he couldn’t. He would see his plan through. And he hoped Viki would be proud of him. He knew she would see him in a new light.

Eighteen hours later, Mark and Larry finally talked Viki into getting some sleep. She tried to rest in one the rooms next to Clint’s so she could hear him, if he called. He hadn’t called so far. But she knew he would. He was hanging on for her, her and the children. Larry said he was doing fine and she hoped he was right. It was hard to believe, though. His big, strong body, lying in the sterile hospital bed. There was an extra nurse now on duty and she could take over, so Mark was going to the airport to meet the entourage. Nobody had seen Ivan, but then nobody had really missed him, anyway. Larry had decided to get some rest, too. He was pretty sure that Clint was out of danger. He wouldn’t be able to leave him, if he didn’t think so.

While everyone was occupied, Clint began to stir. He blinked and opened his beautiful eyes, but boy, did he have a headache! He began to rub his forehead and wondered where he was. He didn’t dare lift his head off the pillow or look to the left or right too quickly. The room would stop spinning any time now, won’t it? he thought. Was he in a hospital? Wasn’t a very grand one, if he was. And it was really warm here, too. Where was Viki?

Wasn’t she here? He spied a cord out of the corner of his eye. A call light cord! Maybe he could reach it and call for help. Mustering all his strength, he lifted his left arm over his body and snagged the cord on the bed rail. There was a red tip on the end and he pushed it. He thought scores of people would come running. But they didn’t. He waited and waited and then he rang again.

“Well, it seems our star patient has regained consciousness. How are we feeling today, Mr. Buchanan?”

“How do you think? I’m busted up, aren’t I?”

“Yes, I think that’s an adequate description. You are entitled to feel really horrible, but we hope you won’t much longer.” The nurse leaned over and patted his shoulder and for the first time, he got a good look at her.

His eyes got big and he flinched at her touch. How did she get here? Who was she really? Was she here to kill him?

The nurse saw Clint’s reaction and immediately withdrew her hand. Not wanting to alarm him, she began to try to reassure him of his safety.

“Where did you come from? How did you get here? Who are you?” demanded Clint.

“I am a nurse here at the Macao Valley Hospital.”

“No, you know we’ve met before. Who are you?”

“I’m Mrs. Ivan Kipling. Monique Kipling.”

“Mrs. Ivan Kipling? So you’re the one that Ivan’s married to. We wondered. What are you doing here?”

“I work here, Mr. Buchanan. I am a nurse. That’s how Ivan and I met. We were on a mission of mercy and found each other.”

“You helped him kidnap Karen, didn’t you?”

“It’s not what you think, Mr. Buchanan. Karen is safe.”

“But you staged that little scene at the hotel so we wouldn’t find her!”

“Yes, I did. You were getting much too close. We couldn’t let you get together so soon, it would have ruined the plan.”

“How can you help him? He’s a monster.”

“You may think you know him, but you don’t. That’s all I can say. You and your friends are crucial to helping so many people. And it’s a plan that’s already in motion. It cannot be stopped.”

“What happened to me? Why am I here?”

“You were run down by an unknown driver. You were given the best medical treatment in this part of the world. You’re lucky to be alive, but you’re going to be fine.”

“I remember now. Did your husband run me down?”

“Of course, not. How preposterous! Ivan is a saint! He would never do such a thing.”

“Lady, you are either delusional or as sick as he is. Come to think of it, maybe you’re both, because Ivan’s no saint.”

“Mr. Buchanan, I have been insulted by many, some as important as you, others not. Regardless, I will stand by Ivan.”

“Would you just get my wife for me, before I get sicker? I’m sure she’s anxious to see me.”

“Actually, she was here all night. She just left to get some rest, are you sure you want her disturbed?”

‘No, I guess not. I am a little sleepy. Maybe later.” The confrontation with Monique had left him drained and it didn’t take much for him to fall asleep again.

“Monique, how is our friend?”

“Oh, Ivan, he’s fine. We just had a conversation, he seems to be medically sound. Pupils are ok and pulse is strong.”
“Did he recognize you?”

“Absolutely. He put up quite a fight, verbally, anyway. He has some strong feelings about you. Ivan, are you sure this is how you want to go about this plan?”

“It will work, Monique, trust me. Everything’s working out just I predicted. It’s all falling into place. I can hardly wait to see all their faces. Won’t it be delicious?”

“Sometimes, Ivan, you are so predictable! I know you’re not what you want people to think.”

“Mystery, dear, it’s what really makes the world go ’round.”
“And here I thought it was love.”

“Why you love me is the real mystery. You’re much too good for me and you deserve much better!”

“Finally, something I can truly agree with.”

To be continued . . . 

Clint was on the ground. Not moving. Viki panicked, ran out of the limo and straight to him. She touched his face, saw that it was bleeding and already bruised. His eyes were closed and he was so still.”No, this can’t be happening!” she screamed to herself.”Larry, Larry, come quickly!”She didn’t need to have called him, he was right behind her. “I’m right here, Viki. Move out of the way. Let me in.” Larry’s voice was fairly calm for the situation.Viki hesitated for just a moment and then sat back on her heels on the warm grass. She was trembling and making little sounds. She wasn’t crying, but she was on the verge.ark, having heard the commotion, came running from between some apartment buildings.”What happened, Viki?”"A drunk driver or somebody ran Clint down! He went flying and landed here. He’s unconscious, I think.”

“He’s still breathing then?”

“Yes, he is Mark. Are there any medical facilities around here?” asked Larry.

“I’ve never noticed any. There is a doctor’s office a couple of blocks away,” replied Mark. “But we can’t go there, Ivan wouldn’t approve.”

“Mark, this is serious. Clint is in shock, he needs attention, now!” Larry was screaming now, not believing that they had to get Ivan’s permission.

“I’ll call Ivan, he’ll know what to do.” Mark pulled out a cell phone and dialed. He began talking in low tones and walked away from the group.

Returning to them, Mark said, “We will meet Ivan. He will know what to do. He’s expecting us.”

“Clint can’t ride in a car! He needs an ambulance,” argued Larry.

“Even so, there is no ambulance in Macao. Everyone is afraid of them. Not just the noise, but hospitals, too. The doctor here is more like a ‘witch’ doctor, for lack of a better comparison.”
“Then let’s get going. Viki, make room in the floor of the limo. You ride up front with Mark and I’ll stay with Clint. Wherever we’re going, we better get there fast!”

Transporting Clint in the limo turned out to be the quickest way. The route to wherever Ivan was tricky.

“Mark, do you know where you’re going? Where are we going?” asked Viki.

“Ivan gave me directions. Here help me by reading them. I’m down to the ‘turn left on Water Street. I’m beginning to get into unfamiliar territory.”

“I thought you lived here, with Ivan.”

“I do, but I was never allowed to accompany him on some of his business. If I was with him, we did errands or went down to the docks. Sometimes he would be gone for days. I wouldn’t know when he was coming or what he was doing.”

“Must have been a lonely life, Mark. And for what?”

“I told you, I have my reasons. Someday, I’ll find what I’m looking for and I’ll shout it to the rooftops!”

“I hope it comes soon, Mark. I think you’ve lived through a living hell with that man.”

“He’s been difficult, in the best of situations. I will be relieved to get out of this place. Actually, Monaco was a wonderful retreat. He left me alone quite a lot.”

“But he still treats you terribly. I don’t know how you’ve stood it.”

“It’s been a game for me, Viki. I had so much riding, I couldn’t afford to let go.”

“I hope whoever you’re doing this for appreciates you,” Viki said.

“More than anything, I’m doing this for me. But I’m hoping that there will be some other happy people in this equation, too.”

Going through the countryside, Viki was alarmed at the contrast. Small huts with lots of farmland dotted the hills. There were some cows, but there were also goats and sheep. The air seemed clean and natural. The skies were actually blue and clear. It seemed so peaceful. Yet, Clint was in the back of the limo fighting for his life. He hadn’t stirred when they lifted him, but his eyes had scrunched up. Viki noticed that his teeth were clenched and she somehow knew that he was in great pain. ‘I can’t stand to think he’s in pain,’ thought Viki. She was saddened to the very inch of her being. She wished it was her. She wished that van had hit her, not him. She loved him so much. Thoughts were rushing in her head. She closed her eyes and listened to the rhythm of her brainwaves.

For all those times you stood by me
For all the truth that you made me see

I’ve been wrong so many times,
But you never crossed the line.

For all the joy you brought to my life
For all the wrong that you made right

You gave me Jessica and raised our sons
You turned my night of fears into days of fun.

For every dream you made come true
For all the love I found in you

You married me. Three times, in fact.
You always took me back.

I’ll be forever thankful, baby
You’re the one who held me up

I appreciate the sacrifices you made
All my debts, you gladly paid.

Never let me fall
You always believed in me

Your strength you always let me see
Your faith just amazes me.

You’re the one who saw me through it all
You were my strength when I was weak

Standing by me must have been rough
But you gave your love enough

You were my voice when I couldn’t speak
You were my eyes when I couldn’t see

Through my stroke, you were so kind
And there is more than one kind of blind.

You saw the best there was in me.
Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach

You always thought I was the best
And helped me reach the crest

You gave me faith ’cause you believed
I’m everything I am
Because you loved me.

I would be nothing without you
Without your love, I wouldn’t know what to do.

Tears ran down Viki’s face and she was heartsick. She turned around, fearing what she would see, but was not able to resist. She saw such a handsome face, a face with love and distinction. His breathing was steady, at least. She thought perhaps that the pain was not as bad as before. If only he would wake up. She was aching, the huge knot in the pit of her stomach gnawed at her backbone. She was getting sick, thinking of all the things that could be wrong with Clint. Viki almost blacked out and noticed that her knuckles were turning white as they gripped the door handle. ‘The longer we take, the less chance for Clint,’ she thought.

“How much longer, Mark?”

“About 2 miles, I think. Study the map. You’re too quiet. Don’t think about it. Ivan will fix him.”

“Ivan will fix him? Right. Do you know what kind of chance I’m taking with my husband’s life by letting Ivan anywhere near him? It’s a mental debate, a real struggle.”

“Ivan is a brain surgeon, for God’s sake. I think he can do this. After all, once again, his ego is at stake.”

“But he won’t care if Clint dies. He doesn’t care about us!”

“Well, what other choice do we have, Viki? We have to trust Ivan. We have to!”

“That’s the scariest thing I’ve ever had to deal with. Now I know how Larry must have felt. I don’t know if I can handle it.”

“Do I have to slap you or something? Ivan will handle it. We have no choice but to let him. And Larry’s here, he can monitor Ivan. You know he will. We have 2 doctors, better odds than no doctors.”

“I wish we’d never gone to Monte Carlo!” Viki slumped in the seat and fell into a pensive mood again.

“Are you looking at the map? I need help, here, Viki.”

“Some map, it’s just a drawing.”

“Are you criticizing my drawing, now? Whatever, just tell me when to turn. I don’t see any road signs.”

“There’s a landmark here. Oh, it’s a stone fence with a wishing well. Watch for that.”

“Okay, I think I see it.”

“Turn left and go to the back of the compound. Go to the largest building and up to the covered drive. Wow, this looks like a hospital.”

“Yeah, it does. What do you know? Let’s get him out.”

Viki jumped out of the limo and ran to the metal door under the canopy. Knocking violently, she captured the attention of someone in the building. A young man in an orderly’s uniform opened the door and she begged him to come with her. He helped Larry and Mark get Clint into a wheelchair and took him into the hospital.

In Portuguese, Mark asked the orderly where Dr. Ivan Kipling was and they were all taken to an emergency room cubicle. There were only two cubicles, though, and the other one had a patient already. Two nurses came in and starting working on Clint. They asked everyone to leave, but Viki refused. Finally, when they saw that Viki wasn’t going to budge, the nurses resumed their examination.

“It’s okay, Viki, I’m going to find Ivan or someone who can tell me where he is.”

“Thank you, Mark. Tell Larry not to go far. We’re going to need him.”

From the other side of the cubicle, Viki saw Clint’s arm move on its own. Then she heard a groan and a cough. Rushing to his side, she saw his eyelids flicker and his lips start to move.

“V…i…k…i . . .”

“I’m here, Darling. How are you feeling? You scared me so.”

“Like c…r…a…p,” he gasped.

“Don’t try to talk. We’re waiting on Ivan. I’ll go get Larry.”

“No, don’t leave me. ”

“He’s just outside, Clint. These nurses will be here.”

Larry went into the cubicle with Viki and began to examine Clint. He used what equipment he could find in the sparse medical cabinet. After a quick series of observations, Larry stated that Clint needed some tests, like x-rays and a cat scan.
With a flourish, Ivan breezed into the room and immediately took over.

“We’re going to take you down the hall for some x-rays, Clint, just to make sure nothing’s broken. Then we’ll look at that brain of yours.”

Clint looked at Viki and almost dumped his tea in his lap.

“What?”

“Did you see the lady that just came in?”

“No, who was it?”

“I think it was Monique!”

“Monique . . .” muses Clint.

“You know, the lady in Monte Carlo who saw a burglar outside on her terrace.”

“Oh, that Monique.  So?”

“Well, don’t you think that’s awfully strange? To see her a zillion miles from her home and in the same hotel we’re staying at?”

“Who says she’s a zillion miles from home? New York is a big city, very popular, even with Europeans.”

“Exactly. A very big city, thirteen million people, give or take a dozen. I could have sworn that was her!”

“Could have sworn? Then you’re not sure, you just think you saw her?”

“I saw the woman. I’m just not one hundred per cent sure it’s her. But I’d bet my next bubble bath that it was.”

“What do you mean ‘your next bubble bath’?”

“Just a figure of speech. I haven’t had one today and I’m tired from that plane ride and I thought I might have one.”

“Yeah, that was a wild ride, wasn’t it? Now, what again about the bubble bath?”

“I was thinking maybe if you went and asked at the desk for Monique Chatterley and she wasn’t a guest here, I would share my bubble bath with you.”

“Let me get this straight . . . if you’re wrong, we get a bubble bath. If you’re right, you get a bubble bath. Right?”

“Hm, yes, that’s correct.”

“This is gonna be like taking candy from a baby. Oh, baby. All I have to do is ask at the desk if Monique whoever is registered?”

“And if she is, I’m bathing alone. If she’s not, then it’s a bubble duet.”

“You know, even if that’s her, she doesn’t necessarily have to be registered here?”

“I’m willing to take the risk. I know it’s her.”

“I’ll be right back.” Clint put his napkin in his chair and left the tearoom. He went to the Front Desk and asked if a Monique Chatterley was registered.

“We have a Mr. & Mrs. Chad Chatterley and a Robert Chatterley registered, sir, would either of those be the party you’re looking for?” asked the desk clerk.

“No, thank you. I’m sorry to have troubled you.” Walking jauntily back to the table, Clint found a note at his tea cup.

“Meet me at the bubbles. Viki.”

“You tricked me, Viki.” Clint had paid the bill and gone up to their suite.

“I’m a little devil, I am.” admitted Viki as she put her arms around her husband’s neck. “Did I ever tell you how much I love you?”

“Ah huh. Did I ever tell you how much I love you?”

“No, Clint, I don’t believe you have in the last 15 minutes or so.”

“Well, I do. And I love you more than you could ever love me.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do, and do you know why?”

“Nope.”

“I love you more because I’m bigger than you. And every bone and body cell is totally and completely in love with you. Everything about me loves everything about you. And that is why I love you more than you can ever love me.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet. I could cry. ”

“No need to cry, Cupcake, it’s just the way it is,” he said kissing the tip of her nose.

“I love you so much.” Viki covered Clint’s mouth with passionate kisses, hugging herself against his strong, firm chest.

“You know we had a date for the Waldorf anyway.”

“Of course, I did, Clint, why do you think I went to such an elaborate scheme to get you up here fast?”

“I knew you tricked me. But it’s one of the best treats of my life!”

“Maybe………let’s see how the bubble bath goes.”

“Let me help you with these pesky clothes, Sweetheart,” offered Clint as he skillfully undid the buttons on her blouse. Their eyes were locked and each moment was excruciating for both of them. While their blood was rushing, their hearts were beating wildly. Every second away from caressing and touching each other was cruel punishment. The air was crackling and the only sound was their heavy breathing. Then, the water was running and the bubbles were in. They both stepped over the edge of the tub into perfect consummation. The warm water jetted around their bodies and soaked every pore with delicious joy. Steam, rising from the tub, swirled around their heads, intensifying their feelings of solitude. Alone, together, united as one in a world of their making. The seduction was so powerful, the feeling so high, they erupted together beyond splendor, beyond rapture.

“Viki, let’s get out.”

“What? Oh, okay, do we have to?”

“The water’s getting cool and I can’t reach the plug. Let’s get in the bed before we get too chilled.”

“I was so comfortable.” Viki said as she raised her head from his chest. “I love listening to your heart beat. It’s so steady and strong. It relaxes me.”

“The ticker went pretty wild for you earlier, Sweetheart. I was wondering if we were going to wake the neighbors.”

Giggling, Viki replied, “This is a hotel. They should be used to noises like that. We’re paying good money for this bubble bath!”

“I think we certainly got our money’s worth, how ’bout you?”

“Sure. We definitely did. Now, let’s go unmake the bed!”

The next morning, Ivan and Mark gathered Viki, Clint and Larry into his suite and proceeded to tell them the plans he had made.

“I will be sending two escorts, two doctors, actually, to accompany the traveling medical team. Since they are leaving from Philadelphia, we won’t even be seeing them.”

“That’s absurd. I told every one of them that I’d be there to greet them and brief them. What will they think if I’m not there?”

“Good point, Dr. Wolek, but not to worry. I have it all under control. They will be told that you have gone ahead to prepare their luxurious accommodations. They won’t think another thought about it. Actually, appealing to their more greedy side will work rather nicely, I think. After all, they’re not in it for altruism, but money or glory. Pity they won’t really get either. Laugh’s on them, though. I’ve thought these things through rather carefully.”

“Does this mean we have to put them up in the Ritz or something?” mumbled Clint.

“No, actually we’re not going to. Besides, there isn’t a Ritz or even much of a something in Macao. They will get the finest barrack rooms available. Left over from the Brazilian coup of ’75.”

“That’s a relief. I vote we just get this thing going.”

“Before you ask your parrot-like question, Dr. Wolek, Karen is fine. She will be traveling with us, but not really with us, if you know what I mean. No harm has been done her. I am a doctor and wouldn’t want her harmed, unless it was absolutely necessary.”

“You are totally depraved, Kipling. If you weren’t, we wouldn’t be here. When this is over, I will make you pay, I swear.”

“Dr. Wolek, so you have said over and over. Truthfully, I’m beginning to grow weary of your constant threats and insults. Neither will gain you anything. Why not sit back and enjoy the experience? One thing I think you will have to credit me with, I have never bored you. Things are always happening when I’m around.”

“But never the right things,” stated Viki, “like your arrest or your repentance. That you have always swiftly avoided. I, too, am looking forward to the day when justice rains on your head. It won’t come soon enough.”

“Mrs. Buchanan, I am shocked. I thought at least you would have some sympathy for my project. I wouldn’t have expected that you would like to ignore people with medical problems, people who can’t get help from anyone else. I perceived you as the more tolerant, open-minded person here.”

“That’s right, pile some guilt on her head. It’s not enough that you’ve threatened our lives, our children’s lives, our friends’ lives and have stuck us with the bill, to boot, now you want her to enjoy it. Larry’s right, you are depraved.”

“Enough! I will not tolerate this abuse any longer. Be ready to depart for Macao this afternoon. It is a long flight, so dress comfortably. And, Mr. and Mrs. Buchanan, I trust you won’t be entertainment on this flight like the last flight? Not everyone is as ignorant as you might think. If you intend to repeat your escapade, Karen and I may have to apply for membership in your club, as well.”

Larry, not appreciating Kipling’s threats reached over to hit him in the face. Ivan quietly and quickly dodged to one side and threw a hand chop to Larry’s neck. With a groan, Larry sunk to the floor. Instantly, Viki was at his side.

“You’ve hurt him. He needs help!”

“Nonsense. He’ll be fine in a few moments. No permanent damage was done. After all, I was forced to defend myself. Excuse me while I make more preparations. ”

Larry started to come around and immediately began rubbing his neck where Ivan had delivered the blow.

“What happened? Oh, I remember, that snake threatened Karen.”

“Hold still. You need to lie there a little longer. He’s gone and there’s no rush.”

“Let me up. I need to beat the holy tar out of that idiot!”

“Now, Larry, it’s going to be fine. Don’t you realize that he was only baiting you? He wanted to get a reaction and you fell for it,” reasoned Viki.

“Do you think so? Really?”

“Of course, I do. He has no reason to hurt Karen. Not as long as we haven’t completed his plans. But after everything’s done, it might be a different story. We’ve got to concentrate all our efforts on getting through this and getting Karen. But violence won’t do it.”

“Viki’s right, Larry. We need to keep our head, no matter how hard it will be.”

“I always thought I had a hard head. But I never knew my neck was so soft. He hurt me! How did he know he didn’t kill me?”

“Must be a habit of his, hitting people there. He was sure that you’d be okay. My guess is, you’ll have a bruise there the size of Wisconsin. But, it’ll heal. Do you think you can walk now?”

“I’d love to try. I ‘d like to make some calls before we leave the States again.”

“Larry, do you think that’s wise? I mean what if Ivan’s listening?”

“I just want to call Danny. He didn’t even know I went to Monaco. He will be expecting to hear from me soon. I don’t want him to worry.”

“How will you be able to hide your emotions? He’ll know something’s wrong.”

“If I’m lucky, I’ll get the answering machine and won’t have to give many details. I just want to hear his voice, even if it’s a recording.”

“I know how you feel. I want to talk to the kids, too. But I’m worried I can’t carry it off. Clint, maybe we should call now, they will all be at school or work. We can do the same thing.”

“Great idea. Thanks, Larry, for the suggestion. Guess you’re pretty proud of Danny. Graduating at the top of his class at Harvard Medical School.”

“It was a long time coming. He took off some time and finally ‘found’ himself, whatever that means. He’s doing wonderfully, now. He is working at San Francisco General and doing great as a plastic surgeon.”

“Yes, I know. I got a card from him and his family. Said they were coming home next Christmas. I can’t wait to see them.”

“Boy, Viki, if you had told me 10 years ago that Danny would be anything above a loser, I would have doubted it. I was discouraged, but he pulled through and I’m so proud of him.”

“Yeah, me, too.”

“Folks, I don’t mean to break up a great family reunion or anything, but this is Ivan’s room and the sooner I get out of here, the better.”

“OK, Clint, let’s move.”

Larry struggled to his feet but seemed back to normal. They went to their prospective suites and began to get organized.

“Man, I wished I’d realized that we were leaving so soon. I thought we wouldn’t go until day after tomorrow.”

“I think you were the one, Viki, that said Ivan likes surprising his victims. Sort of like a cat playing with a mouse. He’s one sick wacko.”

Regardless, getting ready for the trip wasn’t all that hard. Taking the clothes off the rod, Viki just transferred them to her hanging bag and then zipped it shut. She gathered up her toilet articles and returned them to her over night bag. Basically, it only took about 20 minutes to get everything together and check the drawers for missed items.

Clint made the phone call to the kids while Viki was packing and left a message. He just told them they’d be gone another week. On the spur of the moment, he asked them to call Asa and fill him in. Then he called his estate lawyer and had a brief chat with him. Clint was a very cautious man. He didn’t like the idea of leaving the country and not letting someone know where he was. After all, as dangerous as Ivan was, they could be gone for a long time or dead before anyone realized it. He told his attorney that he was helping out a friend and would be going to Macao for a week or two. The ‘friend’ part really stuck in his throat. But he was doing it for Larry and Karen, and they were his friends. He asked him to keep it confidential, which he knew he would, unless he was gone for an unreasonable amount of time. He felt much better knowing that he had somewhat confided in someone.

He didn’t relish the thought of being in a strange country with a demented person. It just smacked of “lunacy”. He knew all the reasons they were going. They’d discussed it endlessly. Now all he wanted was for it to be over.

Boarding the plane, Larry looked around thinking he might spot Karen. It would be a long flight and the thought of her being on the plane, again, and him not being with her was heartbreaking. He wanted so desperately to hold her, hug her, talk to her. He had so much to say. And he was hoping that she had the same kind of things to say, as well. It had been so long, couldn’t they forgive one another? He wanted to go forward in a relationship with Karen. Discussing the past wasn’t necessary for him. He could forgive and forget.

Viki and Clint cat-napped most of the way. But Larry was restless. He had seen Karen in a window seat, with Ivan sitting next to her. Ivan seemed pleased. He was grinning that wicked smile of his, the one he smiled when he knew he had the upper hand. Killing him would be too good for him, Larry thought. He would get his day, he was sure of it.

The flight attendant brought Viki and Clint their meals and they began to eat. The flight had been very ordinary, up until that time. Suddenly, the plane lurched and drinks spilled.

“What was that?” asked Viki.

“Just an air pocket, probably,” explained Clint.

“Seemed awfully strong.”

“Maybe we’re going over the Bermuda Triangle or something.”

“Not funny, Clint. Don’t even go there. I don’t want to hear about airplane tragedies or anything like that. I remember you did that article about the unaccounted and missing planes and boats. That scared me.”

“Really? It intrigued me. There’s documented proof that so many planes and boats have just disappeared into an abyss of some kind. Maybe we’re close to it and it’s gonna suck us in!”

“Stop it. I told you, I don’t want to hear it! I’m squeamish, I can’t help it. I mean, Ivan is scary enough to contend with. I don’t want to reckon with a force of nature, too. Nothing is as strong as Mother Nature.”

“Unless it’s Mother Viki. I was just teasing, Honey. See? Since we’ve been talking, we haven’t lost any more altitude. I’m sure it was an isolated incident.”

“It better be. I haven’t come all these miles, through all this with Ivan to get blown away by a tornado or something.”

“OK, OK, let’s eat.”

After the meal tray was removed, Viki made her way to the back of the plane. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Karen. She looked much as she had the day before. Drugged, certainly, Viki thought. Passing Larry, she gave him as assuring smile and even looked at Mark. Mark was busy engaging in a conversation with the lady sitting next to him. She didn’t recognize her. Maybe she was just a stranger with an inquisitive mind. There are lots of those, she thought. She didn’t know why Mark and Larry weren’t sitting together, but she assumed that Ivan had a reason for it. Ivan had a reason for everything. Just as she got to the rear of the plane, the plane lurched again, sending her sprawling into another passenger’s lap.

“Oh, my goodness, I’m so sorry. I do apologize.”

“It’s OK, it wasn’t your fault. Can I buy you a drink?” asked the gentleman?

“No, thank you, I am on this flight with my husband.”

“Too bad, I would have liked to buy you that drink.”

“Sorry, but, no.”

“Can’t blame a fellow for trying, right?”

“Sorry.”  Viki was so embarrassed. Plus, the captain had turned on the Fasten Seat Belt sign. But she still needed to go to the restroom. She decided to take the risk and go ahead. She prayed the whole time that the plane wouldn’t take a nose dive. It would be just her luck, she thought, to be caught in mid air.

When she left the restroom, she saw Ivan standing there, like he was going in.
“Mrs. Buchanan. Everything alright?”

“Yes, of course,” replied Viki.

“Just checking. We did hit some violent weather earlier. I wanted to make sure you were safe. And that you had everything you need.”

“Yes, I have everything,” she pointedly said.

She could feel his eyes on her the entire length of the plane. Staring was an accomplishment for Ivan. He did it better than anyone. It left goose bumps on most people, just as it did Viki this time.

The pilot landed the plane with a minimum of fuss and the six people left the airport in an old limousine. Larry was busy comforting Karen, who didn’t seem to care one iota that he was even there. Finally, Ivan said, “Dr. Wolek, you can relax. You’ll not get anything out of her for several hours.”

“Karen is a United States citizen. She has rights. People will protect those rights and you will be held accountable.”

“Duly noted, Dr. Wolek. Now let’s move on in our plans.”

The limo was old, but very clean and very comfortable.

“No, they don’t make new limos like this beauty,” cooed Ivan.

“Where did you get this dinosaur?”

“Clint, I’ve had this for many years. With care, it will last me for 10 more years. In this jungle, believe me, it is a luxury beyond compare. The natives all love it. You’ll see.”

The plane ride had actually ended in Rio de Janeiro and another 3 hours by car was ahead of them to Macao. Viki wondered when this indeterminable voyage would end. Little did she know, it would almost end for her and Clint before Ivan’s plan got fully underway.

Mark got out first and started unpacking the luggage. Clint and Ivan got out, but Ivan mysteriously disappeared. Viki stuck her head out the window and summoned Clint back to the car.

“Since we’re here in the city, of sorts, would you mind going over to that vendor and getting Karen some water to drink. Guess it should be bottled water, too.”

“Sure thing. How about you?”

“Yes, that would be nice after the long trip. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Viki. Be right back.”

Clint left the apartment parking lot and proceeded to cross the street. Coming out of nowhere, going very fast, was a dilapidated van. The windows were tinted and the driver’s face was shielded by the sun behind him. The careening van drove straight toward the sidewalk where Clint was standing. Viki screamed, choking on the words, “Look out”. The shrill, high-pitched scream reverberated through the air, but not in time to help Clint. Mark rushed over and with just seconds to spare, pushed Clint as hard as he could. However, the van still hit Clint, sprawling him like a rag doll. He went head over heels in the grassy lawn of the apartment complex and lay there limp and motionless.

To be continued . . .

“Your wife?” asked Viki, full of surprise, “who’s your wife?”

“All in due time, folks. I have even more surprises up my sleeve. All in the best interest of keeping you entertained and off-guard. Regardless, we should be leaving for the States tomorrow. We will all stay together in suites at the Waldorf-Astoria. Be ready to depart as soon as Mr. Buchanan has made the arrangements.”

“But, the Waldorf is in New York City! I thought we were going to Philadelphia!”

Clint was visibly upset over this turn of events.

“Ah, well, that’s another tiny alteration that I am making to the plan. I have made the determination that I cannot trust any of you. You haven’t demonstrated any loyalty for this endeavor. So I must protect the project by eliminating any possibility for unfortunate mistakes. Mr. Buchanan, I expect to hear from you as soon as the arrangements are made.”

With that, Ivan showed them the door and refused to reveal anything more. Being dismissed was becoming a regular routine for the four. Mystery and secrecy were the tools that fed Ivan’s enormous ego. A brain surgeon, a very celebrated surgeon at one time, he was now relegated to serving Nazi criminals. All because his ego and his maniacal obsessions with perfection. He fled the country to escape prosecution and, of course, prison. How could he serve the world if he was caged, away from society? He was so self-absorbed that nothing else mattered.

Clint and Viki were walking back to the suite, arm in arm. “Honey, why were you so upset about Ivan changing his plans?”

“I had intended to get Bo involved in this. I’m sure he could have helped us on it. Bo could pull some strings and we could nip this thing in the bud before we left the States again. What’s a Police Commissioner/Brother good for, if he can’t help out his ol’ brother once in a while?”

“Clint, we can’t do that! We have to follow through with this plan. We have to think of our children. Ivan is capable of anything.. Please don’t change your mind.”

“You’re right, you’re right. I just get so infuriated, I can’t stand it. He’s got on my one last nerve! And what’s your take on the wife business? Do you think he’s managed to get Karen to marry him?”

“Oh, no, you don’t think so, do you? That would be terrible.”

“But just the kind of ‘surprise’ that Ivan likes to dangle in front of us. Son of an ever-loving sea goat!”

“Whoa, such language! What do you have against sea goats, anyway? Honey, what are sea goats?”

“You don’t want to know!”

“Who’s name are you going to put on the ticket for Mrs. Kipling?”

“Good question, Viki, I guess Mrs. Kipling is about the only choice I have if Ivan’s not going to tell us.”

“Use Ivana, that should do it. Then they can change it at the airport, providing of course it’s wrong.” Viki laughed at her little joke. She and Ivana were friends, no harm meant.

“What are you going to do about the trip back? Make it mid-morning, I think everyone needs a lot of rest before we start this ordeal.”

“Sounds good to me. I’m going downstairs. I need to check on something. Will you be OK here by yourself for a bit?”

“Yes, of course. I know, I know, I’ll lock the door and not open it to anyone I don’t know. No, make that you or Larry are the only ones I’ll be letting in.”

“You know the drill. ”

“Unfortunate mistakes, indeed! That man just irks me. Always making changes, proving he has the upper hand.”

“Calm down, there’s no need for both of us to be wasting our energy on that fool!”

“Hurry, back, Dear, I’m hungry,” teased Viki with a sly grin. She moved closer to him and gave him a passionate, lingering kiss.

“Hm, what did you say?”

“I’m hun . . . gry,” purred Viki.

“What are you gonna do about it?” asked Clint between kisses.

“I’m going to try my best to eat something.”

“Will you wait on me?”

“Mais, oui, Mon Chere, you are the first course,” giggled Viki.

“What’s the matter, you couldn’t say it all in French?”

“I just didn’t want you to misunderstand my intentions, you beautiful man.”

“I’ll hurry. The faster I go, the sooner I get back.” Clint pulled away, knowing if he didn’t go quickly, he wouldn’t tear himself away at all. She was so tempting, so lovely and desirable. He couldn’t express the total extent of his love, it just wasn’t possible. He tried, with words, flowers, kisses and hugs. Everyday was a brand new day, a day to love Viki and cherish her with all his heart. If we only get out of this one, he thought!

The flight arrangements went without problems and Clint called Ivan to relay the plans. Ivan agreed to everything and asked Clint to inform Larry, so he would be ready. Checking out of the hotel, the next day, everyone was anxious and relieved at one time. They didn’t know what the future held, but anything would be better than the waiting they had endured the past several days. The luggage had been collected by bellmen and taken downstairs for the transport to the airport. In the hallway outside his suite, Larry was pacing. It was evident that the carpet wasn’t going to hold up, if he kept at it.

“Clint, you’re late!”"Easy, Larry, it’s going to happen. We’ve got a long way to go, you’d better slow down.”

“I know, I’m just upset. This day means so much to me. Getting to be with Karen, going to the States. Is there any way we can abort this mission, once we get close to home?”

“No way, Larry. Ivan’s not going to let this rest. Viki is dead set against not going through with the plan. She’s concerned over his threats. We do have to think of our children. He’s insane, after all.”

Viki came out into the hall, carrying a tote bag, her purse and a light jacket. A glint was in her eye and it was easy to tell that she was excited about going home. It didn’t matter that “home” was really the Waldorf, it was close enough. Something would turn up, maybe Ivan would back down. Nah, she thought, he would never do that.

Mark came up to the trio in the lobby and ushered them toward a waiting limo. Getting into the car, they noticed that Ivan wasn’t there and neither were Mrs. Kipling nor Karen. It was a big disappointment to Larry, especially. Sighing heavily, Larry sat down and stared as if he was trying to remove himself mentally from the car. It was a blow and he kicked himself for thinking that it would have been any other way. After all, hadn’t Ivan squashed them like bugs at every turn? It wouldn’t end until it was truly over. Then Larry would get his revenge. He silently vowed to himself that Ivan would pay for every hateful thing he had ever done, to him or any of his friends. It would be his distinct pleasure to rid the world of this vermin.

Waiting for the boarding announcement, Viki saw Ivan approaching the four of them.

“Look out, he’s coming,” she whispered under her breath to Clint.

“Heads up, Larry, he’s on his way!”

Ivan greeted them all like long-lost buddies and handed them their tickets.

“I took the liberty of checking in, getting the tickets and approving your seats. All you have to do is show the agent some identification and we’ll be on our way.”

“We’re boarding first class passengers now, Dr. Kipling.” The agent was smiling as she checked the ID’s and handed them boarding passes.

“Let me tell the four of you something. You are sitting in first class. Don’t get chummy with any of the other passengers or the crew. I will be behind you watching your every move. And I also have planted a friend or two on the plane to make sure you behave yourselves. See you in New York!”

“This is great! Being stuck on a plane with Ivan Kipling to my back!”

“Shhh, Clint, someone will hear you.”

“I can’t keep quiet for the entire trip, honey, it might kill me.”

“And Ivan might kill you, if he hears you.”

“Ugh.”

The trip would be long, so they settled down and tried to relax as much as they could. Viki cuddled next to Clint, but couldn’t get close enough because of the console. It was hard to get comfortable in the seats, even if they were wider. Lunch came and went and Viki and Clint were bored beyond belief. Clint suddenly got a gleam in his eye.

“Honey, don’t you have to go to the bathroom?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Surely, you need to go to the bathroom,” insisted Clint. “I’m going to the bathroom. Want to come?”

“No! Behave yourself!”

“Come on, meet me in bathroom at the rear of the plane. If you’re embarrassed, I’ll go first and then when you get back there, I’ll let you in.”

Clint, not wanting to wait for a negative answer, unbuckled his seatbelt and left for the back of the plane.

Viki waited for a minute and then made her way towards the rear. Trying to act nonchalant, she got more excited with every step she took. Thank goodness, she thought, the plane was steady. If she had lost her footing, she would surely die of embarrassment. She could see herself falling on top of someone and breaking their leg or spilling coffee all over them. The plane looked so long. Finally, at the rear of the plane and trying to act as if she was only going to the bathroom, she reached for the door handle. Turning it ever so slightly, the door cracked and she saw Clint’s strong hand reach out to her. Giving a quick glance toward the front of the plane, she hoped that no one was noticing. Especially Ivan. What would he think? What could he think? They weren’t really doing anything wrong, technically. Was there a law prohibiting sex at over 30,000 feet? She couldn’t remember if she’d ever heard of one. Lots of thoughts were rushing through her head, but mostly the titillating prospect of making love to Clint in the airborne jet. With all those other passengers right outside the door. A flush was creeping up her face and she felt incredibly warm. And excited.

Clint pulled her inside, “What took you so long?” he asked as he kissed her with amorous desire. He continued to kiss her and she responded with greedy passion.

“Let’s do it, Clint. I can’t wait any longer. Make love to me now.”

Clint’s hands were tender, but strong and he knew just how to please her. The heat in the small cubicle grew more intense with every kiss and every move. Moving wasn’t easy, but the tight fit made the experience all the more enjoyable. It wasn’t just the height that made the loving so strong and pleasurable, it was their commitment to each other. The climactic crescendo left them panting and spellbound.

Stroking Viki’s hair, he covered her in loving caresses and whispered, “Happy?”

“Ecstatic, Darling,” she sighed. “But I guess we ought to go back to our seats.”

“I’m not sure I can walk,” laughed Clint.

“At least you didn’t stick your foot in the toilet!”

“No, thank goodness I saw ‘Vegas Vacation’ and I learned a little something from Chevy Chase.”

They both started to giggle and then tried to stop. If they had managed to join the mile high club and not get caught, they couldn’t risk attracting attention. They struggled to get their clothes back to their original state and Viki tried to straighten her hair.

“I always knew these johns were small, but, man, this is a record.”

“Clint, you are bad!”

“But you like me that way, don’t you?” grinned Clint.

“Yes, yes, a thousand times yes.”

“OK, then let’s do it again!”

“I don’t think my heart can stand it. Let’s make a date for the Waldorf. What do you say?”

“That date will help me make it the rest of the way to New York.”

“Good thing you’re not walking,” joked Viki.

“Darling, I would walk to New York, on water if I have to, to be with you!”

Walking back to her seat, Viki was shocked to see Karen sitting about 10 rows from the back of the plane. Her head was forward and she looked like she was asleep. Viki wondered if she was drugged again. Ivan was sitting behind her, next to a woman in a large, fashionable hat. She thought the man sitting beside Karen looked familiar, but she couldn’t place who he was. Stopping by Larry’s seat, she leaned down and whispered,

“I just saw Karen. She’s okay, I think. She may be drugged, but she looks asleep. Ivan is behind her.”

“Did she notice you?”

“I don’t think she saw me, Larry. I didn’t want to make too big a deal out of seeing her. I didn’t want to stir up Ivan. But at least she’s on the plane. That’s good news!”

“Yes, at least I know where she is. Now, if I could only be with her.”

“All in good time, as Ivan says. We have a few more hours and we’ll be landing.”

“By the way, where’s Clint? I haven’t seen him in ages.”

“Oh, he just got a little involved. He’s on his way back, now.”

“Hey, Partner, how are you doing?”

“Clint, I’m fine. Are you doing alright? You look a little flushed. In fact, you look a little flushed, too, Viki.”

“Must be the wine. We both had the Chablis. You know I don’t drink that much, but I highly recommend it.”

“Nah, I think it’s the altitude. Flying high is just exciting for us, Larry.”

Clint grinned and sat down in his seat next to Viki. He reached for her hand and felt the warmest surge of love. He was one happy guy. And Viki was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

Filling Clint in on the whereabouts of Karen, Clint was astonished that he hadn’t noticed Karen. He’d seen Ivan, but it was everything he could do to keep from throwing him out the window. It would have been great justice. The way Clint figured it, Ivan should take a flying leap, so what better place than from an airplane?

Landing at JFK, everyone had to go through customs. It surprised everyone that Ivan used his real name, had a passport and didn’t seem to shy away from the authorities. He went through the procedure with no problems at all. Another set of hopes dashed. Larry had hoped that Ivan would be arrested and the nightmare would be over. But this nightmare never seemed to end.

The limo pulled up at the Waldorf and several bellmen came out to collect the baggage. Ivan had made explicit arrangements so that checking in was a snap and everyone got to their rooms with a minimum of fuss. There was still no appearance by Karen or Mrs. Kipling. No one, but Ivan, knew where they were.

“Well, there’s one thing I have to give Ivan. He knows how to travel and he knows how to get things done. ”

“Actually, Darling, he’s a bully. Bullies are never respected, they’re just feared.”

“I guess we have nothing to do then, but wait for the bully to tell us what to do.”

“Yes, we can go get something to eat in the tearoom.”

“Sure, I like having tea with you. Or anything with you.”

“Thanks. Same here.”

Downstairs, in the tearoom, Viki and Clint ordered a pot of tea and some cheesecake. American food was so different and it was a treat to be home. Looking across the room, Viki let out a muffled cry, “Clint, look!”

He couldn’t believe it! People were standing all around, laughing and talking! No one seemed to think it was strange that a woman was strapped to the big wheel. He made a motion to the dealer, but he was ignored. He tried to get behind the table, but a pit boss was there and wouldn’t let him. He raised up his fist to deck the guy, but two uniformed men pulled him away and restrained him. Pushing through the crowd, Ivan Kipling came strutting toward Clint and the big wheel.

“Kipling, get her down from there!” Clint was appalled at the lack concern over his wife’s safety and dignity. No one seemed to think it odd that Viki was hanging there, helpless and mortified.

Ivan, in a booming voice, announced, “May I introduce Mr. Clint Buchanan and his lovely wife, Victoria! Buchanans, this is the thirteenth floor! Where all the hideous and unscrupulous come to play! We’re not normal here, in fact, we strive with every fiber of our being to be abnormal. Let the games begin!”

The partying and laughter, drinking and dancing resumed and everyone seemed to be oblivious with Ivan’s description of their play land. Costumed bodies danced and drank, betting wildly and losing with great abandon. They cavorted and became a wall between Clint and Viki. He couldn’t get to her, couldn’t help her. He was desperate now, searching for any shred of decency that still might inhabit the souls of these fools. He found none, but he did find a microphone.

Jumping up onto a poker table and grabbing the microphone from the cabaret singer, he challenged Ivan, “Kipling, I won’t rest until you tell us what you want and let Viki go. I swear to God that you will pay for this game of humiliation. You will pay for the mockery you have made of the Buchanans.”

“Clint, I didn’t expect you to handle the situation so well. Lesser men would have fallen apart. Very well, I will accept the challenge. But the games must begin. Meet me at the big wheel,” he said from across the room.

“You must place a bet on every number that you expect the wheel to land. If the square is covered, Viki will be spared. If not, she will die!”

Kipling, you’re out of your mind! You can’t kill Viki! Don’t spin her around like a doll, get her off that board!”

“Oh, and I forgot, anyone else can bet the squares you don’t. And if they win, they win Viki. To be fair, if the winner doesn’t want her, then the challenge will be between you and them. Winner take all.”

“This is madness. Viki, are you alright? I’m going to get you down!”

“Mrs. Buchanan has been given a sedative. Do you think I’m actually that cruel?” With this statement the crowd roared with laughter. Their cackling rang in his ears and he thought he would go mad. There was nowhere to turn. Where was Larry? If only someone would help him. He was struggling, but he couldn’t fight a whole room.

“Each bet is $500. Everyone place your bets!” cried Ivan.

Clint raced closer to the table and pulled out his wallet. He had $1500 in it. Usually he didn’t carry that kind of money, but he had intended to gamble. He had no idea that he would be gambling on the life of his most precious friend. He was desolate and heartbroken.

“There must be over 20 squares on this table, Kipling. I don’t have a chance. Not with the money in my pocket.”

“Then I suppose you will have to write a check. Banker!”

The teller came from behind the window and brought trays and trays of chips.

“Is Mr. Buchanan’s check good here, Banker?”

“If you say so, Dr. Kipling. I have $50,000 here at your disposal.”

“Good, I’m sure Mr. Buchanan will need it.”

Writing a check, Clint grabbed the trays and started putting the $100 chips in stack of 5 on the squares that weren’t taken. Even so, he was pitifully behind. There were many stacks that didn’t belong to him.

The wheel was spun by the croupier and Viki went round and round. It was merciless and cruel. Clint ached in agony as she spun. Thankfully, the wheel stopped while she was somewhat in an upright position.

“The number is 50!” cried the croupier.

Someone in the crowd screamed and came bounding forward, expecting to claim his “prize”.

Kipling got in the young man’s face, “You want to challenge Mr. Buchanan to a one-on-one, isn’t that correct?”

“Of, course, Ivan, don’t think I would spoil the fun, do you?”

“Place your bets.”

Clint and the young man stood toe to toe, waiting for the spin, having placed their chips on the table. If Clint didn’t win this one, it was over!

“The number is 35!” This time, 35 was one of Clint’s numbers.

“Get her down, I’ve won, she comes down!”

“Not until we’ve bet one last time!” shrieked Ivan. He clearly didn’t like that Clint had won.

“Clint, Clint, where are you anyway?”

“Huh? Oh, I guess I must have been asleep. No I was in the middle of a nightmare! Why didn’t you wake me up, Viki?”

“Slow down, darling, take a breath. What are you so upset about?”

Clint was loosening his tie and rubbing the back of his neck. The sweat was pouring off his brow and he was getting physically sick to his stomach. Running into the bathroom, he stood there, trying to slow his breathing.

“My goodness, you don’t look good, Clint.” Startled, Viki wet a washcloth and ran it over his face and neck.

Taking her hands, he put them around him and slipped his own arms around her waist. He held onto her for a long time, before he spoke.

“I just had the most terrible, horrifying dream. I can’t even begin to describe it. In fact, I don’t want to talk about it. Not yet, it’s too real.”
“Oh, Darling, it’s fine now. You’re okay. You do feel warm, though. I hope you’re not getting sick.”
“I’m going to be okay. I was so scared, Viki.”

“But it was just a dream so why don’t you come back into the bedroom and lie down. We don’t have to go out. You’re too upset to be around strangers.”

“Sounds great. I agree.”

“Wow, if you agree to give up Cajun, it could be serious.”

“I’m serious about you.”

Walking with Clint over to the bed, she took off his jacket. First, she unbuttoned his shirt.

Then she took off his shoes and socks. She pushed him slightly onto the bed. Rubbing his feet with gentle touches, she heard him moan. He was tired, but he wanted her, wanted to love her. Stroking his forehead soothingly, she was hoping to relieve the tension there.

She crawled on top of him and covered his face and neck with small kisses, sweet and tender.

“Oh, Viki, you are just the medicine I need. I . . . thought I had lost you.”

“Silly boy, you couldn’t lose me,” declared Viki as she continued to kiss him. She loved the spot right behind his ear and nibbled there.

“I hope not. I sure tried hard not to. But I’m exhausted, Sweetheart. I feel like I’ve marched a million miles.”

“No problem, I can handle this job. You can blame it on the suspenders.”

As he relaxed even more, she massaged his chest and lied down by his side. The shirt was still on but she got the front suspenders off. As the zipper of his pants yielded easily, Viki got more and more excited with the prospect of things to come. Breathless and eager, she took him over and over again to an undeniable high. Their love exploded in the room like a pressurized rocket that amazed them. A rocket that took them to the sun, the moon and the stars. And the pleasure they both felt was sensual and unrestrained.

Larry was wondering what had happened to Clint and Viki. But they hadn’t made any real plans, so he assumed they were taking care of themselves. He ordered dinner in because he really couldn’t face a night in the casino alone. Alone. That was the biggest word Larry had to face. He didn’t like it, but after all these years, he was comfortable with it. Especially, if the alternative was to be in a great mix of people. Sometimes he could take it, for hospital functions and such, but normally, he shied away from things like that.

Drinking for the first time by himself, he fell into a nostalgic mood. Nothing extraordinary, under the circumstances, but hurtful, none the less.

All at once, I finally took a moment and I’m realizing that
You’re not coming back, and it finally hit me all at once.
Karen, where are you and why did you have to leave?

All at once, I started counting teardrops and at least a million fell
My eyes began to swell and all my dreams were shattered all at once.
I had such hopes for us, Karen, why couldn’t you share my dreams?

Ever since I met you, you’re the only love I’ve known
And I can’t forget you, so I must face it all alone.
You left me all alone, and I can’t get over you!

All at once, I’m drifting on a lonely sea, wishing you’d come back to me
And that’s all that matters now.
I’m here, far from home, trying to find you and wanting you so badly.

All at once, I’m drifting on a lonely sea, holding on to memories,
And it hurts me more than you know, so much more than it shows.
I’ve lived my life, since you left, holding on to our memories, Karen.

All at once, I looked around and found that you were with another love
In someone else’s arms and all my dreams were shattered all at once.
Karen, you ran off with Steve, but I still love you and want you in my life!

All at once, the smile that you used to greet me brightens someone else’s day
He took your smile away and left me with just memories, all at once.
I forgive you for leaving me for another man. Come back to me!

The bittersweet smile on his face betrayed all his feelings. The longer he stayed in Monaco, the more he wanted Karen. He wanted her back in his life and living in Llanview. Was that too much to ask? He would try to be more attentive and forgiving. He was a rich doctor now, he could make her happy. And he didn’t even care if she hadn’t changed. He had matured, he knew what to expect and he would handle it better this time. Life wasn’t easy for a doctor, but he knew he had opportunities to slow down, he just hadn’t taken them. He would for Karen. They would spend time together, learn about each other.

Mark knocked on the door and Larry let him in.

“Any news about Karen?”

“You sure are hung up on that woman, aren’t you?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes, I am concerned about her. She has been captive for God knows how long. And probably drugged out of her mind. We don’t know if she’s been hurt or psychologically damaged.”

“You’re right, Larry, I didn’t mean to make light of it. She should be our prime focus now. Since you’ve done such a great job recruiting, we may see the end of this soon. ”

“Personally, I can’t wait until it’s finished. And then I’m going to knock Kipling half-way to the moon.”

“And I’ll knock him the rest of the way. The man is a real jerk. He’s not winning any friends here.”

“Mark, you don’t have any clue to where they’re hiding her?”

“Well, I thought I had narrowed down the location, but then the next day, they had moved. If I had only had a little more time, I could have gotten to her.”

Larry didn’t offer any ideas on the subject, because he didn’t want Mark to know about the incident in 673. Monique had still not contacted him, so he assumed that she was gone for good. And also their chances for finding Karen.

The evening and night passed and Viki and Clint awoke to a glorious sunshiny day. Ordering their usual terrace breakfast, they relaxed and drank coffee.

“Thanks for last night, Viki.”

“Oh, it was my pleasure,” she said grinning. “You really seemed to perk up after awhile. Guess you got your stamina back, huh?”

Laughing, Clint said,” Yeah, it was hard work, but somebody had to do it. Anyway, it was a glorious night, that I hope we repeat again and again.”

“I promise. You’ll always have my undying love and devotion, Sweetheart.”

“Don’t talk about dying! I’m still not over that crazy dream. But I’m still starving.”

“No wonder. We missed dinner last night and we put out the energy, too. Should I call room service again?”

“Nah, I’ll just nibble on your ears, if it gets unbearable. That will take my mind of being hungry anyway.”

They were looking only at each other. Her beautiful eyes and delightful smile were just the beginning of the reasons why he was first attracted to her. She was strong-willed and smart and definitely not willing to put up with crap from anybody. He liked that, he wanted her independent in spirit. He also liked to be right beside her, helping her when and if she needed him. He felt their relationship was a two-way street and he hoped she felt that way, too.

Larry knocked on the door and Clint let him in.

“Good morning, Larry.”

“Clint, I’ve got a question for you. How soon can you get the transportation ready? I’ve got 18 doctors, plus their assistants. I’m going to ask Ivan, no demand, that we go through with the plan, as is. If he agrees, I want those guys here PDQ!”

“If you can get him to agree, I can furnish whatever we need. I’ve been making plans and alternate plans. If we have 36 people and we add Ivan, Viki, you, me, Mark and Karen, we can still use a SAAB Turbo-prop. The 64 passenger one. That will give us extra room for other equipment. Maybe we can fly the equipment down separately. We can get one of those easier than a big plane. And we can get it quick.”

“Won’t that plane take an awful long time to make the trip to Brazil?”

“Yes, Viki, it will. That is a consideration. They fly at around 300 miles per hour. Maybe we should go for something bigger. I’ll check into it.”

“So you think you are ready with the preparations?”

After being briefed by the two men, Ivan agreed. “Larry, Clint, you have done a good job. I concur, we are as ready as we can be. I wanted more surgeons, but these will have to do. When can you get everyone in Macao?”

“I figure in 3 days’ time. We will all fly to Philadelphia and pick up another plane. Then we’ll meet the doctors and their partners/nurses, whatever and fly to Macao.”

“Who are you planning on taking to Philadelphia?” asked Ivan.

“Well, you, Viki, me, Larry, Jean-Claude and Karen. That’s six,” replied Clint.

“You’ll have to arrange for three more. My two bodyguards and my wife!” insisted Ivan.

After spending most of the day in the suite, planning strategies and making calls, Viki and Larry took a late afternoon break. Ivan had left them alone, sending lunch through room service and only one message: “Dinner tonight at eight. My place.”

“Oh, no, not again. Larry, I can’t stand to be around the man! He’s vile and loathsome. I don’t believe he’s ever had a shred of compassion.”

“Or decency. Need I remind you that he tried to kill me? He’s despicable. I have a hard time reconciling myself to the fact that I’m actually helping this bastard!”

“It’s for a good cause, though, Larry. I mean, Karen’s life is worth anything.”

“Of course, it is, Viki. But down deep inside, I’m still skeptical that I’m helping. It’s all so complicated.”

“It’ll be over soon, I hope. I hate watching this tear you apart. We’ve been friends almost all our lives so what hurts you, hurts me. I want to see you happy and healthy. Why haven’t you gotten serious about anyone, since Laurel?”

“I’ve tried, but it just doesn’t work. I throw myself into medicine, I try to live a good life. But I still love Karen. Now, I’ve admitted it, you pulled it out of me.” For the first time that day, Larry smiled a little smile. He was thinking of all the wonderful times he and Karen had had. But they had their share of problems, even more than most.

“There must be lots of nurses that would love to date you, Larry. Aren’t you interested?”

“I really am, but not enough to pursue it. Oh, I dated, but somehow I always ended up talking about Karen, the divorce, etc. I think I bored most of them to death. When they didn’t seem interested, I buried myself in my work again.”

“I had always hoped that you and Renee would become a couple. She’s such a lovely person, smart, sensitive and really beautiful.”

“Renee? Are you kidding? Really?”

“Of course, Renee. And why not?”

“Viki, she’s never been interested in me! Not in a country mile. She’s always been hung up on Asa, you know that.”

“Asa doesn’t know what he wants. Even if Renee would have him, which I doubt, Asa is so bull-headed. I do think Renee could make you happy.”

“I admire Renee. She’s a great businesswoman, a really good friend to have when you’re in trouble and she’s a fabulously generous person. She’s given great sums of money to the hospital.”

“So what’s the problem?”

“Viki! I just told you I was in love with Karen. Didn’t you hear me?”

“But what if it doesn’t work out? For all you know, she could be in love with someone in her life that we don’t know about. You can’t keep waiting on her.”

“Yes, I can until she says otherwise. I have to give it a chance. We did it before, and I’m willing to try again.”

“Ok, I hope it works out. By the way, have you heard from Monique?”

“No, and you know what? There’s no Monique Chatterley registered at this hotel! I called just a few moments ago while you were in the ladies’ room.”

“What do you make of that?” asked Viki.

“I don’t know what to think. Perhaps she registered under a fake name and left in a hurry. I thought it was strange she didn’t let us know, but then she doesn’t really owe us any explanations. Hopefully, she’s safe. That’s all we can do.”

“What do you think her big secret was?”

“I have a suspicion, Viki, that she was hiding from her husband. Once, she said that her husband would be really mad if he caught her in Monte Carlo. Maybe she’s a battered wife. Something was definitely wrong.”

“Well, I just wish her good luck.”

“I wonder how Clint’s doing?”

“I think the business center is keeping him fairly busy, sending and getting faxes and schedules from the airlines. He’ll call or come up when he’s finished.”

Mark was determined to find Karen. He was convinced that she knew something about Ivan’s operation. He didn’t know how long Ivan had been in touch with Karen before he snatched her, but he could have told her something. Following Ivan had been tricky. Ivan was used to being extremely careful. He took several flights of stairs down to the casino and disappeared into the large crowd. Lots of people were in the casino this afternoon because a carnival celebration was just getting underway. All of Monte Carlo was partying, and the Pink Giraffe was no exception. People were milling about, drinking and talking loudly. Most were dressed in costumes. The party-goers were garish garb, strange getups, like playing cards and animals. It was like the whole casino was one hallucinatory game. It further frustrated Mark that he had lost Ivan in the crowd. He was sure Ivan hadn’t caught on that he was following him. But then, Ivan had a sixth sense for that sort of thing. Maybe he did know Mark was following him, after all.

“Honey, I’m home!” laughed Clint. He had come up to the suite after a full day of arranging things. Phone calls to more travel agents, bankers and transportation drivers. “How’d you make out, Larry?”

“Pretty well, I think. I was able to talk 12 doctors into coming. And of course, I couldn’t have done it without your wife. She is one slick manipulator!”

“Boy, don’t I know it,” replied Clint.

“You guys, stop it. I didn’t do anything.”

“That was a great idea you had for working with the Hospital Auxiliary. Many of the volunteers are doctors’ wives. Once we had the wives hooked, the husbands followed. Great piece of persuasion.”

“I knew she could do it. Is Ivan going to be satisfied with just the 12?”

“Probably not, but that’s all we have. I truthfully hope that we don’t have to do this tomorrow. My stomach’s in knots. I feel like I’ve betrayed the whole medical community.”

“Not so, Larry. No matter what we think of these people, or patients, they deserve medical treatment, right? You wouldn’t deny one of them treatment if they showed up at Llanview Hospital, would you?”

“Of course not. But, I don’t know, I have a bad feeling about it. Thanks, though, for trying to cheer me up. I appreciate the thought.”

Dinner at Ivan’s wasn’t exactly what anyone wanted to do, even Mark. But Larry was excited about the possibility of seeing Karen again. But as luck would have it, Karen wasn’t there. And neither was Ivan. Eating in his suite, with Mark playing host, was an excruciating experience. Every sound made someone jump. Each was expecting Ivan to bust through the door, holding Karen by the hair and demand some unreasonable event from them.

“Did Ivan tell you why he wouldn’t be eating with us tonight?”

“No, Viki, he didn’t. Just that he was unavoidably detained and for me to entertain, as usual. Funny, I don’t seem to be doing to great a job. Guess I’m just a failure at making you guys feel comfortable.”

“Speaking of uncomfortable, Mark or is it Jean-Claude, or maybe it’s even Tim Ryan, when are you going to start telling us the truth?”

“Oh, oh, how long have you known?”

“I found your wallet on the couch in our room,” explained Viki.

“Seriously? I didn’t even know it was missing!”

“Easy to lose track of identities when you have so many, huh?” asked Clint.

“I can explain. But let me save some of the facts to another time. What I told you was basically correct. Except I no longer work as a government agent. I quit the US Treasury to pursue this case. My superiors wouldn’t support me and I had a personal interest in learning more about Ivan Kipling. I can’t tell you anymore. I am on your side, though. I think Ivan is a terrible man, especially learning what I have about him since we met. I want to see the job finished. Who knows? Maybe I can even get my job back after all this is over.”

“You can see why we feel betrayed, can’t you?”

“Certainly, Larry, but there’s nothing I can do about it. Not yet. All will be revealed, I assure you. Just let me work it out and everyone will be safe.”

Larry asked,” Did you ever find Karen. Do you think she’s okay?”

“Yes, I think she’s okay, no, I didn’t find her. I’m not giving up, you’ll see.”

“Do we have to stay here?” Clint was beginning to push back his chair.

“I don’t see why you should. Ivan won’t be back this evening. Either go back to your plans or enjoy yourselves in the casino. Tonight is the beginning of Carnival. There should be plenty of partying. I’ll come for you in the morning, if Ivan instructs me to.”

Viki and Clint rose from the table and left the room.

“Let’s go change before we go downstairs, Clint. It’ll only take a minute.”

“Okay, I guess it’s back to the Purple Peacock after that.”

“Not again! How many times in one week can you eat Cajun food?” Viki smiled as she went into the bathroom to change and put on more perfume.

“As many times as I can get it. I think I’ll sit down and shut my eyes. Just for a minute.”

“Oh, you poor darling. You can shut them, but don’t go to sleep. I’ll be right out.”

That was the last thing Clint remembered Viki saying to him. He awoke suddenly, his chin falling from his upturned hand. How long has it been, he wondered? The night was dark, the stars illuminated against the velvety sky. The moon winked at him, just like it knew what Clint was thinking. No Viki on the terrace, not in the bathroom or bedroom, either. Where was she? He picked up the phone and called Larry’s room, but he didn’t answer. Not to panic, maybe she just went out for a coke or some snacks. He must have fallen asleep and didn’t hear her leave. Glancing at his watch, he saw that it was 10:30! How could he have slept that long? Why would Viki have let him, she had told him not to fall asleep!

The phone rang and jangled his nerves. Racing to it, he said, “Viki!”

But it wasn’t Viki. It was a man’s voice.

“Oh, so you have noticed that she’s not in the suite? Tell me, how long did you sleep, Mr. Buchanan?”

“Ivan, this isn’t funny. What have you done with her? Where is she? If you hurt her, you’re dead meat!”

“Whether she remains unharmed is up to you. I have devised a method by which you can “win” back your precious Viki. But you will have to do as I say. You know that I am very short funded for this project. I thought we could make a bet and make it interesting. I will win the money for the plans I have, from you, Clint.”

“Why are you doing this? You are a madman. I should have never agreed to play ball with you. You are a disgusting creep.”

“Now, now, Clint, calling me names is not going to result in either one of us getting what we want. Pay attention closely now.”

“I’m listening. I hate it when you say that!”

“Go to the 13th floor casino. There is a ‘Big Wheel’ game going on there. You know the game. There are denominations of bills on the squares of the table and some numbers, too. Several of the squares have been changed. The stakes are high, Mr. Buchanan. Perhaps higher than you’ve ever risked before.”

“You bastard! Don’t mess with me, I’m telling you. If you don’t release Viki right now, you will have hell to pay!”

“Don’t try to beat me at my own game, Clint, I’m too good at it. See you upstairs.”

Clint grabbed his cell phone and wished he still had the gun Mark had allowed Viki to snatch. Thoughts, bad thoughts, were running through his head. Would he be able to save Viki? Where was she? Getting onto the elevator, he noticed there was no 13th floor! Thinking quick, he went to the fourteenth floor and headed for the stairwell. Many hotels did not have a 13th floor. His only thought was that this hotel did, it just wasn’t used for lodging guests and was therefore a safe haven from those who didn’t know it existed. Taking the stairs down, two at a time, he came upon two sets double doors. He listened intently, but heard very little, just a buzzing sound. Silently opening the fire doors, he entered into a dimly light ballroom. The atmosphere was macabre and eerie. There was music and dancing. Everyone was in costume, like in the downstairs casino. How strange! He walked through the dance floor and saw some gaming tables toward the center of the room. There was blackjack, poker and baccarat. More toward the far side, though, was a big wheel. And there, strapped by her ankles and wrists, on the spinning wheel, was Viki! Ivan was using her as the center of the revolving game!

To be continued . . .