Chapter Seven
It was an island fortress, surrounded by dangerous reefs. There was only one safe way in, and only a handful of boatmen knew that way. No casual pleasure boater was likely to find it. Just in case someone did, the dock was marked with a sign that was clearly visible from some distance. It read: Trespassers will be shot. The guardhouse on the dock made this claim credible.
When the boat docked, John and Sarah unloaded their human cargo and led her, still bound and ankle tethered, up a path leading into the jungle. The slack in Kim’s ankle rope flapped about with every step, making her progress awkward. She was hardly aware of it. Her mind was filled with the bitter knowledge that her chances of escape were growing smaller all the time. Someone had gone to a great deal of tro
