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plane. A private jet was added to her list of answers to the - what if a genie showed up – question.
    After the last passenger squeezed by, she stood stretching her legs and back; it did feel good to finally unfold from the tiny seats.
    "Thank you for flying with us." The flight attendant smiled at her. Danielle cringed inwardly.
    "Thanks for having me." Throwing her bag over her shoulder she ducked through the door and was greeted by a soft balmy breeze and warm sunshine. Out of all the locations she'd looked for scumbags, this could easily climb to number one on her favorites list. Having been around the world several times, that list was long.
    "Welcome to the happiest country on Earth!" A young boy chimed at her from the bottom of the stairs – waiting with outstretched arms – a ring of fragrant flowers draped across his wrists.
    "Thanks." Danielle bent to receive her floral gift, slightly uncomfortable with all the friendly-friend gestures. She popped a lemon drop to help her relax, rolled her shoulders and made her way toward a waiting taxi. A nice hot bath and some fresh clothes and she'd be good to start her hunt.
    "Welcome! Where to?" Everyone seemed so happy here, very different from the states. For just a moment she pretended she was one of the happy people who belonged here; the friendly-friend people who smiled all the time and "entertained" at home. How long would it take to get used to this? She rattled off the address of the little cottage she had rented on the beach then laid her forehead against the window. Soon the rush of the hunt would be in full swing and she'd lose any kind of relaxation; it would be: find the bad guy, showers, food, and everything else would be forgotten. Whenever she went after a fugitive her entire body got into it; like this is what every cell in her body was created to do.
    Danielle rolled the lemon drop across the back of her teeth. Click, click, click, she forced her mind to go blank during the drive; there would be time to dwell on the hunt soon enough.
     
    The sun had just risen in his corner of the world signaling time to move on and investigate his latest lead; Orlando had been spotted on a remote island near Australia. There had to be a reason for Orlando to still be evading Michael. But he didn’t care; at this point he was ready to tear Orlando’s heart out if he blinked wrong.
    Michael traced to the cabin he had secured over the phone to sit and wait until after dark to begin his search. There was something about this place that told him this was it; the last stop on his search for her. However, Orlando had obviously chosen this place due to the long hours of sunlight, but it didn’t matter; he’d walk into the sun if it meant saving her. What were a few burns in the face of eternal love?
    Finally the sun dipped below the horizon allowing him to leave his room; and none too soon. He’d spent the last hour making tracks in the carpet in front of the window; back and forth like a caged animal waiting for the moment he could spring and tear something apart; his sights set on Orlando.
     
    She checked in at the main office that rented the beach cottages and let them drive her down to hers in a little golf cart. Her driver's name was Nico, and he talked non-stop about the wonderful attractions the island held. His attitude was flirty and personal, reminding Danielle of how long it had been since she'd had any naked time with the opposite sex. She couldn't count last October when the junkie Tarzan'ed through her bathroom window while she was showering. 'Course at this point maybe she should. Too bad Nico was batting for his own team in the sexual department; his flirty-ness seemed to be nothing personal, just part of his charm.
    Once showered, Danielle wandered down to the beach and let her toes sink into the warm sand, staring at the purple sunset glistening against the ocean. The sound of children's laughter carried up the beach. A family was playing in front of