“ "Dad must have been quite the pack rat,” Lizzy said somewhat sarcastically. Then she held out her glass and smiled, “May I have another glass ...of wine? I don’t think there is any wine in that old bottle, but let’s open it anyway, and see what’s inside.” “Sure,” Ben took Lizzy’s glass and made for the small kitchen area. “Why not just bring the bottle in here, Mr. Ben Foster,” Lizzy suggested as she cut through the wax on the bottle. As Ben walked back with the wine and her freshly filled. "If there is one thing I have learned about you Senorita, it is that you are not to be trusted."Desperation was beginning to creep into her voice though she was still trying to remain defiant."I'll run away. You can't keep me here!" Think not?" said Vasquez motioning to one of the other men."What are you going to do?" she asked, fear now rising steadily."Just a little insurance," replied Vasquez.The other man reappeared with a rope."Please, don't do this. I'll be good. I won't try to escape.". ..it was her!!!"its rude to stare you know" she said, shit she knew what i had been up to, i just didn't know what to say, "my husband has gone on a boat trip but i told him i wasn't feeling well and would spend the day in the room" i was truggling so hard not to keep looking at her sitting there in her bikini and trying even harder to say something "well come on then" she prompted, "what?" i just about managed "well like i said i'm spending the day in my room i don't want to be alone and i. You know there’s a lot of drug smuggling on around that area, besides the people who escape from Cuba who get into the States through Florida. I’m wondering how long the authorities over there keep records of the surveillance they do on off-shore shipping. It could be that someone saw something and has a record of it tucked away, but it’s a pretty long shot. I’ll have to see who owes me some favours. ‘Thanks, inspector. I’m not sure what I would have done without your help. Have you by any.