Unexpected: Day 15

Word Count: 102,011

Summary of Events:

Meinwen and Dr. Stiles were taken from their hotel on a long drive to the coast, where they were put in rowboats and taken to a luxuriant yacht, where Meinwen was delighted to find a wireless charging pad in her cabin, onto which she immediately set her mobile. Because Kerri was out shopping with her mother, Hilton was free to do what he wished, which prompted him to make the acquaintance of a friendly Australian young woman and her friends whom he'd spent much of the previous day watching have the fun he'd wanted to have, allowing him to have that fun. Despite her captivity, Meinwen enjoyed the comfort and luxury of the yacht she was on, including a cleaner, better smelling cabin, and a larger window view of the sea, plus, with her mobile charged, she was able to do a check on the latest news . . .

Excerpt of the Day:

On the first site she checked, Meinwen found the top article to be a breaking news story: Manhunt Underway in St Lucia for Kidnapper Sheahan-Carrington.

Immediately alarmed, Meinwen tapped the headline and read the article, which reported that the St. Lucian police had, in cooperation with Interpol, determined that Hilton had cleared customs at the port in Castries three days before, and there were no records of his departure, leaving authorities certain he was in the country.

As a result, the St. Lucian police were now searching the island for Hilton, with the goal of arresting him and turning him over to whoever it actually was that had a warrant for his arrest out.

Meinwen felt fear. Hilton was still in St. Lucia, and since St. Lucia definitely wasn’t as big an island as Great Britain, she was sure that it wouldn’t take nearly as long for them to find him as it might in Great Britain.

What was worse, however, was that the article said they were monitoring all ports and airports, where they would be checking everyone who remotely matched Hilton’s description’s passports in an effort to find him.

They were also checking for information that would give them a lead on the identity of his mysterious fiancée in collusion with St. Kitts and Nevis, and Puerto Rico, both of whom had also reported that their records showed him entering their countries via customs, to see if they could pinpoint her identity by customs records.

Meinwen knew, seeing how she’d only entered Puerto Rico with Hilton, that they wouldn’t succeed in doing that — not that the fact that they didn’t know who she was by way of someone in Cardiff having disclosed her identity still didn’t puzzle her — but she was very worried for Hilton.

She found little more, other than that a different outlet had interviewed Mr. Stiles, who had said he was ready to depart to St. Lucia at a moment’s notice when he received word that Hilton had been apprehended, so as to get the answers he needed about where his brother was.

It left her feeling anxious, and she wondered if she should text Hilton to ask him if he was aware of the fact that he was being hunted, yet, at the same time, she had to admit, that since he was in St. Lucia, he would probably be far more aware of the matter than she was, and might even be making an escape. She certainly hoped that he was.

As there was no other news to see, Meinwen pocketed her mobile and looked out at the water, not feeling so inclined to enjoy the view as she had before, if she was honest. She was worried about Hilton. Considering that he didn’t have a family willing to attest to his innocence, it was her fear that he would end up being locked up in jail for ages despite his innocence, and she knew he was afraid of that.