CHAPTER 16“Where are we?” muttered Leila weakly as she was bundled roughly from the powerboat onto an island, her hands tied behind her back. “Our private island,” replied a tall woman with long brown hair, reaching over to grab her with a vice like grip. “Where's the others?” gasped Leila, struggling to break free and looking desperately around as she was dragged into the entrance hall of a mansion house. She could see the Southampton Fairmont Hotel across the water; but the island she was on was a rocky outcrop with trees in the centre and about two acres in size. “Who are you?” she demanded of her captor. “A friend of Salboa's, that's all you need to know,” replied the woman, a cruel smile marring her classically handsome face. “I was drugged,” gasped Leila, feeling groggy and unsteady
