Beat still lay against the stones of the goat pen wall. She was tapped. For an hour since the plane exploded she’d tried to come up some alternate plan. Charlotte had recovered enough to sit up and lean her head against Sam’s chest and weep quietly.
The ambassador had the decency to assure her they were going to get married as soon as they got back stateside, even if he had to roust a judge out of bed. Beat and Sam Green both knew their chances were not good and diminishing with every passing minute.
She’d try hiding them again. Would find the energy in another few minutes to give it one last effort, but she’d now been awake for two days, running, hiding, and battered. Her ears were still ringing, in fact ringing was all her left ear was giving her. Her directional hearing didn’t exist a
