Word Count: 84,022
Summary of Events:
Mackenzie had to turn down another romantic advance from Hilton shortly after she woke up the next morning. After they had breakfast they drove to Belize City — amazingly going the speed limit the entire time. In Belize City they went for brunch, being as they'd gotten in late the night before and consequently risen late, while they waited for the kidnappers to rouse. They then followed the kidnappers to the docks and embarked on a boat for Havana.
Excerpt of the Day:
"Motion out the corner of his eye caused Hilton to raise his gaze. A car had pulled up to the pavement. The kidnappers' car. It was too far up the street to see them. He barely had to look past Mackenzie to see it.
The kidnapper in the passenger seat got out. Hilton had a feeling they were in a hurry. The kidnapper walked into a restaurant not far from the car. Hilton kept eating slowly as he watched.
"Do you see them?" Mackenzie asked quietly.
"Yes," Hilton replied just as quietly. "They're getting nosh from a restaurant just up the way."
"Good thing we're almost done," Mackenzie said.
"Problem is I have no cash on me," Hilton said, keeping his gaze out the window.
Mackenzie said nothing. Hilton ate the last few bites of his food and got up from the table. A different young woman was at the cash register receiving payment from an elderly couple for their mea.
The couple left shortly and Hilton walked up. "We haven't got a bill yet, but we need to get going. The table over there." He pointed to where Mackenzie was standing up.
"Oh, I'll go get Susie," the girl said.
Hilton hoped she would be quick as she hurried off or he might have to be a runner — and he didn't really want to be.
Mackenzie came up behind him and softly laid a hand on his shoulder. "I'll be out in the car, and I'll honk if they've left."
Hilton nodded and then turned to look to his right. No waitresses were heading in his direction. He glanced over his shoulder and watched Mackenzie walk toward the car with a subtle sashay that suddenly had him randy. Heaven help him. He knew her final answer, but he still hungered.
Quickly he snapped his gaze back toward the dining room, but saw no waitresses coming. How long did it take? They needed to get going. . .
. . . There was motion in his peripheral vision and he turned around. A startled waitress was looking at their table.
"Over here," Hilton said, letting his irritation be known.
She looked up. "Oh! Thank goodness."
Quickly she hurried over and put their bill into the register. Apparently she hadn't been gotten. But it was paid for now. Hilton took the receipt and nodded to acknowledge the waitress' cheery farewell.
The horn sounded just as Hilton stepped out of the door. He looked both ways and saw the kidnappers' car's hind end go around the corner. Hilton quickly ran to the car, climbed in, and pulled off as quickly as possible.
He managed to catch sight of the car's hind end a couple more times before losing it entirely. He had no guesses as to where he should go. Swearing, he hit the steering wheel with the heel of his palm."
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