The country is a tiny one on the coast of France, but its legend is known far and wide. The beautiful landscape, the silvery blue of the Mediterranean Sea, the kingdom of princes and princesses all combine to make the perfect vacation spot. The history, the wineries, the casinos are a contrast to what is now Monaco, a haven for jet-setters, celebrities, artists and royalty. It is only natural that Viki and Clint Buchanan would feel right at home in this city of pleasure. Of course, everywhere they go they re-discover their love for one another, so every trip is not only a vacation, but a journey of love.Clint, a very handsome man, was dressed in his best and most beautiful black tux. His lover and wife, Viki, was wearing a red sequined and spangled formal, fit for a queen. As they often do, they were playing roulette amidst a large crowd of gorgeous royalty and jet-setters in the fabulous casino of their hotel. Shamelessly winning, they were approached by the Manager who told Clint that a “gentlemen” was seeking him on the veranda.

Outside, a tall, dark and mysterious man stood on that veranda, shielding his face from the light. Clint moved silently to the opposite side of the veranda before allowing his presence to be known. Who was this dark and mysterious stranger? Was it really someone from the dark side of Llanview’s past? Someone everyone thought was no longer a threat to the wonderful people of Llanview?

Clint waited with caution and curiosity for a few moments. The restless sea far beneath them beat rhythmically and endlessly, while a cool breeze broke the summer night. The moon, full and bright, mocked everyone on earth. What could be so important to those insignificant beings on the surface of mere earth? Destiny was eternal. The moon was eternal and was relentless in its job. It lit the darkness of the night, just enough to disclose the face of this mysterious man.

Clint very softly cleared his throat as a gesture to alert the shadowy figure. When the tall, sinister body turned, Clint was surprised, but not shaken. It would take more than this to shake Clint Buchanan.

“It’s . . . you! I thought you were dead! We all thought you were dead.” Clint’s voice was just above a whisper, but the man heard him. He had been waiting for this moment. He had strained his every being to be here, to confront this man, to get what he needed.

“Yes, it’s me. I’m impressed you recognized me. I did have to have some plastic surgery after my departure from Llanview. The Nazi doctors in South America weren’t nearly as good as I deserved. If only I could have operated on myself. More’s the pity.”

“Why are you here? Better yet, why have you chosen to present yourself to me?” asked Clint, somewhat hesitantly.

“Mr. Buchanan, I need your help. I’m not used to groveling, but I am prepared to negotiate.”

“Why on earth would I deal with a snake like you? What could you possible hope to gain by showing up here and asking for my help?”

“Let’s just say, Mr. Buchanan, reptiles aside, that I have a mission to complete and you are going to assist me in that mission. You are well-respected the world over. Men will listen to you. The additional people I need for this assignment will easily agree to accommodate you,” the man said.

“I know in the past, you were a formidable opponent, but you’re older now, less agile and surely more cautious. I can’t imagine what you need from me, but I can tell you, you’ll get no cooperation from me. And I will be contacting the authorities to see if there’s any reason you can be held. With all the havoc you caused in Llanview, I bet there’s something you could be charged and held for,” threatened Clint.

“Oh, you underestimate me, Mr. Buchanan. I have had lots of rest and I am even more determined to complete my agenda. I have high ideals and I expect to fulfill them, with your help. As for the police, the statute of limitations has run out on most of my crimes,” countered the shadowy figure.

“You’ll have to excuse me, I have a wife to get to and a party to attend. I have no time to lend to murderers and torturers.”

“But Mr. Buchanan, if you were to leave the veranda now, you would never see your precious Victoria again! While we’ve been engaged in such charming conversation on this beautiful night, my accomplices have ‘secured’ Mrs. Buchanan!” boasted the man.

“You’re lying. You’re bluffing and I’m leaving!”

Clint was startled by the sound of his wife’s voice, “Darling, there’s no need to hurry. Let me introduce you to Jean-Claude.” Viki was following a tall, blond man onto the veranda when Clint noticed that she had a small handgun!

“Sweetheart, what’s going on here?” asked Clint.

“Well, it seems that Jean-Claude here was a little too determined to hustle me out of the casino. And since I was winning, I didn’t want to go. You can imagine my surprise when this ‘gentleman’ produced a gun and tried to force me to go with him. Knowing that you were on the veranda, I immediately smelled a set-up and took the gun away from Jean-Claude,” explained Viki.

“You imbecile, you dunderheaded idiot,” screamed the shadow. “I give you one assignment and you screw up royally! How do you find your way home at night?”

“You know, Ivan, that I live with you. I’ve lived with you for 5 years,” said an astonished Jean-Claude.

“Ivan Kipling! How is it possible? You’re dead. Everybody knows you’re dead,” screamed Viki. She managed to keep her hand steady on the gun and looked at Clint. “What’s been happening out here, Darling?”

“Well, Viki, I was as shocked as you are. Apparently Dr. Kipling here is in need of a favor or something from me. I had just told him to forget it and was going back into the casino when you came out with Jean-Claude. Great moves, by the way, Darling. I knew I could count on you.”

“Never mind the small talk! Just because Jean-Claude here has bungled his job, doesn’t mean we’re through. I have a contingency plan, a plan that won’t fail. I have another ace in hole, as they say. You will help me and, as long as Victoria is here, she will help, too,” said Ivan menacingly.

“I’m not in the mood to listen to your drivel. Take your henchman and get out of the casino before I call the authorities,” said an exasperated Clint.

“So you can turn your back on your friends, Mr. Buchanan? You are so cavalier about these friends, you can afford to ignore my requests?” sneered Kipling.

“Darling, maybe we should hear him out. You know what Ivan has been capable of in the past. He’s right, we can’t afford to ignore him. As much as I hate to admit it, he is a force to be reckoned with,” Viki stated.

“Get it out, Kipling, it’s getting cooler out here and there’s a roulette wheel that is itching to give me money,” snarled Clint.e mood to be hospitable. After all, we haven’t seen each other for a long time. Tell me, how is Larry Wolek? Was he healthy the last time you saw him? Have you heard from Karen? Oh, I do miss Karen. She was a particular favorite of mine. I thought she had such potential. But then, I wonder, has Karen been healthy lately? It would be such a shame if anything happened to either Larry or Karen, wouldn’t it?”

“You’re bluffing again, Kipling. Larry is fine and in Llanview taking care of people, being a real doctor — not a cartoon maniac!” With this, Clint stepped closer to Ivan and looked him square in the eye. “I’ll repeat my previous question. What do you want? And cut to the chase — don’t give us all your fine soliloquies and pretty words with dark meaning!”

“Jean-Claude, it’s getting late. We must take leave of these fine people and prepare for the night. Mr. and Mrs. Buchanan, I look forward to our next meeting. Be ever watchful. After all, I knew where to find you and I always will. You will be contacted when the time is right, when I can trust that you will take me seriously and are prepared to cooperate. In the meantime, carry on, as usual. We’ll never be far away.”

With that, Dr. Ivan Kipling and Jean-Claude strode into the casino and out of sight. Viki finally relaxed her grip on the gun and handed it to Clint. “I never cared for guns, but I know now that I can handle one,” she sighed.

“Like a pro you do, Lady,” bragged Clint. “I’m so proud of you. You were able to prevent yourself from being kidnapped. Who knows what terrible things Ivan had in store for you. I don’t know what I would have done!”

“You would have come through, just like always. I know you’ll always be there, Clint, we’re just like two halves of a whole.”

“Now the big issue is: What does he want us to do and why?” pondered Clint.

“Well, Clint, I just know he threw out Larry and Karen’s names to scare us. But, what if he can get hold of them and use them against us? What can we do?”

“Viki, we just have to think some more on this. We don’t know. It could be something really simple.”

Grinning, Viki said, “You don’t actually believe that, do you? I know, you’re just trying to make me feel better. However, if we’re going to beat Kipling at his own game, we’re going to have to work together and be prepared for anything!”

“Viki, with you, I can do anything. We’re a team and we can lick this guy.”

“How do you suppose we start our plan?”

“When I left the casino, we were winning. Do you suppose we could go finish the chips off and then get some rest?”

“Oh, Mr. B., why don’t we skip the casino and go straight to the suite? You know how danger always speeds up my libido.”

“Race you to the room, Mrs. B!”

“Oh, oh, Clint, we forgot the Count’s party that we were supposed to attend tonight.”

“I did think of it once, while I was staring straight into Kipling’s ugly puss, but the thought passed. Guess the Count’ll just have to get over it. Actually, I was having a pretty good time at the roulette wheel. I probably would have forgotten it anyway.”

“I’ll just send a note of regret and hope he’s understanding.”

Clint opened the door of their suite and quickly scanned the room. There was nothing there but the immense king-sized bed, the ornate dresser, armoire and bedside tables. In the bathroom, the luxurious heart-shaped sunken tub, oval matching vanities and wall-to-wall mirrors were alone and quiet. The balcony was dark and cool with heavy wrought-iron furniture. He still had the handgun, which he would put away for safe-keeping in case he needed it later.

Viki followed him out on the balcony and he took her in his arms. She wiggled so that she could see the sea and still be in his arms and then sighed a great sigh of contentment.

“This is the life! Oh, Darling, this is so wonderful. How could it be ruined by that evil man?” wondered Viki.

Clint smelled the essence of her hair and kissed the top of her head. “It will only be ruined if we let him ruin it. Let’s don’t give him that power. We are in charge of our lives. We make our happiness.”

With that, Clint picked her up and held her tightly, hoping he would never have to let go. The night was beautiful, the moon still full, bright and mesmerizing. “There must be something special about this moon,” he thought. And he was right. Carrying her to the bed, he covered her with kisses. Her neck, her ears, her eyes were all smothered by his lips and her body by his hands. As always, she was hungry for his caresses and responded with kisses of her own. The elegant gown and the formal tux were quickly discarded and they were naked on the bed, a blend of ecstasy, desire and heat. Was it the fireworks from the pier or were those explosions right in the room with them? Impossible to tell, they fell into a rhythm of perpetual motion until they were spent, exhausted and deliciously satisfied.

The next morning, the brilliant sun cascaded into the room, illuminating the sweetest smile on the Mediterranean. The sliver of sunshine fell on her fluttering eyes, causing Viki to blink and emit a little groan.

Sweetheart, wake up. It’s morning and time to get up,” whispered Clint.

“I don’t want to. I’m tired, we just got to sleep!” complained Viki.

“It’s 7:30. We have a big day. We have to solve the mystery or kill us a skunk. Personally, I’d like to hang and quarter the guy and be done with it, ” said Clint.

“I don’t want to get up. . . OK, I’ll get up. In a minute.”

“I’m warning you,” teased Clint, “I called room service and, if the waiter gets here before you get up, I’m going to treat him to the surprise of his life.”

“You wouldn’t dare! Darling, don’t you think we should call Larry again? Didn’t he have any information about Karen?”

Clint reached down and squeezed her toes, then he cuddled next to her. “No, Viki, but he promised to call Wanda. He thought she might be able to reach her. Seems they’ve kept in touch all these years. Poor Larry. He was shocked beyond belief when I told him about Kipling.”

“Who wouldn’t be? I mean, he’s supposed to be dead. So many good people die and stay dead, but somehow the bad ones come back. Don’t you find that strange?” asked Viki.

“Yeah, well, I stopped trying to figure out Llanview a long time ago.”

“When do you think Larry will call? We’re several time zones away, so it could be hours from now, I suppose.”

“He didn’t say, Viki, but when he knows something, he’ll call. In the meantime, I hope he keeps his eyes and ears open.”

“Now that he knows, he’ll be on guard, I think.”

The phone rang and, because they weren’t expecting it, they both jumped. Clint grabbed the phone and was greeted by the sound of Larry’s voice.

“Yes, Larry, I’m glad you could call back so quickly. Have you even been to bed?” Clint grinned at Viki. “I see. And you’re sure about this? Yes, well, we’ll do what we can from here. Try to protect yourself. Maybe you should leave town, make yourself scarce. Ok, we’ll call you as soon as we know something. Goodbye.” Clint replaced the phone and stood there thinking.

“Well? Clint?”

“Oh, sorry, honey. Seems that Karen hasn’t been seen for two days. She was to report to work day before yesterday. Didn’t call, didn’t show. The production company’s not too thrilled. Guess Ivan could be making good on his threat.”

“You don’t think that it could just be a coincidence, do you? No, I guess not. Where do we go from here?”

“Don’t have a clue. I guess we wait on Kipling,” replied Clint.

Viki put her robe on and walked out onto the terrace to admire the spectacular view. The hotel was set high on huge cliffs, facing the most beautiful part of the Mediterranean. Sun-worshippers were already on the beach, catching the rays, laughing and talking, seemingly not interested in the cares of the world. The flowers were blooming, their finery evident in an iridescent rainbow of colors and a symphony of fragrances. Everywhere the world seemed happy and alive. But not for Viki and Clint now. How could this be happening? Viki was the happiest she’d been in a long time. Why did Ivan have to ruin it? She wouldn’t let him, she decided. She’d hold onto her happiness with a tight grip, cherish it, treasure it and keep it safe. She had Clint, their children, a great career, the best of friends and, finally, her health. Her world was perfect.

The room service waiter knocked sharply on the door and was admitted by Clint. As the waiter rolled the cart across the terrazzo tiles, the dishes were tinkling and clinking. The noise wasn’t loud, but it provided the very diversion that the evil Dr. Kipling needed to slip into the suite unseen. After serving the Eggs Benedict and wishing them a good breakfast, the waiter left, never realizing that Ivan had hidden himself.

The seagulls were flying lazily high above them and waited patiently for the morning diners to share their crumbs of discarded breakfast remains from their balconies. The air was breezy and clean, sweet-smelling and free. Oh, if only they were free to enjoy their marvelous surroundings. Why couldn’t it all be a dream, a bad dream? They ate in silence for awhile until Ivan stepped out of the suite.

“Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Buchanan. I trust you had an excellent night’s sleep?”

“Kipling, you’ve just made my day complete,” said Clint sarcastically.

“Never mind the sarcasm. What have you decided? Will you help me?”

“I guess we have no choice but to hear you out. What would we be required to do?” asked Viki.

“I want Larry Wolek to come to Brazil. I run a clinic there now and we need some expertise.”

“You want Larry to go to Brazil? Why Larry? Aren’t there enough doctors in Brazil?” queried Viki.

“He obviously wants Larry to do something illegal, honey, that’s why he has to threaten us to get cooperation,” explained Clint.

“All you need to know is that Larry needs to be in Pico da Neblina in 10 days. Never mind the details. By now, you know that I have Karen. And if you want Karen not to be harmed, you will see that Larry is ready and able to travel. Otherwise, well, I’m afraid that Karen’s days are numbered. Do you understand?”

“Yeah, we understand. What makes you think that Larry will cooperate?” asked Clint.

“Mr. Buchanan, that is up to you. Everyone’s fate is now in your hands. You will be contacted next by Jean-Claude. In the meantime, stay in this hotel and don’t even think of notifying the authorities. You know that by the time you can confirm her disappearance and convince them of the seriousness of the situation, Karen would be weeks dead. Don’t even try it.” With that, Ivan left the two as quietly as he had come.

Again, the two ate in silence. The solitude was deafening. It seemed like a foggy night, instead of a crystal, pristine day. What was behind this madman’s plans? How could they cooperate and not put everyone in danger? It was a serious game, a game the end of which could spell tragedy and dire consequences. Viki and Clint were responsible for the lives of their friends. Were they up to the challenge? Viki looked up at the sky and saw the silhouette of the moon. The moon wasn’t always visible during the day, but it was always there, just like Clint. And Viki knew that the moon was always watching.

Clint was just finishing his coffee and Viki was silently tossing toast scraps from the balcony to the gulls when, suddenly, Clint jumped up. “This is no good. Let’s get it over with. Call Larry, get him here and get it done! I can’t stand this ax hanging over our heads.”

“I suppose you’re right. I was just thinking. . . it’s about 4 a.m. in Llanview. Maybe Larry hasn’t gone to bed yet. It hasn’t been that long since he called here.”

“Do you mind? Will you do it? I’m just fed up to here,” Clint said, indicating an imaginary line just below his nose.

“Well, only if I can kiss you below the line!” Viki lightly smacked him on the lips and turned to stand behind him. She rubbed his neck and shoulders and, as she did so, could feel some of the tenseness ease away. Sometimes Clint could be gruff, but his sense of humor was always there. Not enough jokes, though, this morning. She could tell he was really taking this hard.

“I’ll go call now.” Viki started for the terrace door, but Clint captured her hand and pulled her down into his lap. Just the very corners of his lips turned up in a bittersweet smile and she could tell by his silence that he was worried. Clint didn’t like to be worried. He usually could fix anything: the car, the plumbing, the machines at the Banner. This was going to be a greater challenge and lives could very well hang in the balance.

After a few moments, Viki broke the silence. “What? What are you thinking?”

“That as long as I’m holding you, everything’s gonna be all right. I don’t want to let you go. You’re so precious to me. I won’t forgive myself if you get hurt.” He was wistful, serious and so sincere!

“Darling, it’s going to be all right. Remember? You said so.” She hugged him. It was her turn to comfort Clint and she did it gladly. She knew that she wouldn’t have made it through some of the most important and fierce battles of her life without him. But those battle lines had been pretty clear. No one could predict what Ivan would do. That would give him the advantage and he knew it. They would have to take it one step at a time. But steps were for patient people. The Buchanans were used to leaps and bounds, not baby steps.

“Before I numb your behind, I better go try to reach Larry.”

“Not without a kiss!”

“Oh, no, we’ll get started again, and it’ll be noon in Pennsylvania! After the call, I promise, I’ll make all your dreams come true,” teased Viki.

“Oh, baby, you’ already made all my dreams come true — the moment you said, ‘I do.’ The rest is just icing on the cake.”

“Ooo, that’s nice, but not until after the call!” Viki slipped off Clint’s lap and went to the phone.

“Hello, Larry, Viki here. Listen, you have to come to Monte Carlo as soon as possible, today.”

“Viki, are you sure he has Karen?” asked Larry.

“He has assured us he does have Karen, yes.”

“That animal! I want to kill him! What does he want?” demanded Larry.

“You know Ivan. He’s not about to reveal all his plans at once. The more mysterious, the better,” explained Viki.

“He always was one for dramatics. Why does he want me to help him?”

“Larry, I don’t think you’re the final demand in this game. He keeps talking about ‘his mission’ and ‘additional people,’ and he talks about Nazis and South America. It’s so bizarre!”

“Well, I’ll get a reservation on the next plane available. Can you get me a room? I don’t know when I’ll get there,” said Larry.

“Of course, we can arrange for a room. If you let us know, we can have someone meet you at the airport. But, Larry. . .”

“Yes, Viki?”

“Please get here quickly!”

Viki put the phone down, feeling somewhat better. At least they had done something — put this ridiculous plan into motion, whatever it was. Now it was just a “wait and see” situation until Ivan disclosed more of the plan.

Clint had gone into the bathroom while Viki was on the phone. She heard the hot tub filling up and she got a glint in her eyes.

Standing in the doorway, she asked, “Oh, Clint, were you going to take a shower?”

“No, I was running your bath water. I know how you like these pretty French tubs,” Clint responded.

“You must have been reading my mind. Will you join me?”

“I don’t know. Are you finished with the call to Larry?”

“Yes, he’s coming on the next flight he can arrange.”

“No more phone calls to make?” asked Clint.

“Not until Larry calls back to tell us when he’ll be here. Then we have to get a room for him and arrange for him to be picked up at the airport.”

Clint walked over to the doorway. “Are you sure you’re. . . ah. . . free?”

Without waiting for an answer, he began kissing her neck, then behind her ear and on her lips — a long, hard, hot kiss. Breathless, she denied that anything was standing in the way of their bath. There weren’t many clothes to take off, because they were still in their robes. Every movement to remove them, though, was torture. The sash on her robe was knotted and they collapsed on the plush rug in giggles. Why wouldn’t it come loose? Finally, she just pulled it over her head and landed on top of Clint, naked and eager. They explored and caressed each other like it was the first time they’d made love. The sensations were so full and pleasurable that they were almost combustible.

“It’s a really good thing that there’s water so close by,” Clint laughed.

“Clint, I’m already floating. I’m afraid to get in the tub, I can’t control myself.”

“I guess we could drown, if we’re not careful.” Clint kissed her solidly and firmly, their tongues melding into one, sensual and burning like fire. As usual, they were spellbound by each other. No one else was even in the world. No one could touch them while they were this close. They were alone in the world and responsible only to each other.

After all their energy was consumed and they nestled in each other’s arms, they fell into a peaceful tranquility.

“Clint?”

“Huh?”

“Are you happy?” Viki asked.

“Of course, I’m happy. I’m the luckiest son of a gun there is.”

“Are you sure?” she pressed.

Clint, propping up on one elbow asked, “Know how I spell ‘ecstasy’?

“No, how do you spell ‘ecstasy’?” Viki responded.

“V-I-K-I.”

“No, being with you is ecstasy. My darling, you’re my everything. I love you more than anyone I’ve ever loved.”

“Really? Me? The cowboy?”

“You tease,” Viki said as she poked him in the ribs and started tickling him.

“Don’t you think we ought to take a shower now?” Clint asked.

“What about the bath?” replied Viki.

“Viki, the water’s stone cold. I drew it a long, long, time ago!”

“Oh, well, maybe we should just take separate showers.”

“Yeah, showers haven’t been too successful for us, either, but at least we got wet!” grinned Clint.

They both laughed buy decided to get serious about dressing. After all, there were other things to do today!

What do you want to do now?” asked Viki. “Hhhmmm, well, I think we should rent a frivolous little red convertible and drive through the countryside,” replied Clint.

“Oh, Clint, do you think we should? I mean, Ivan said to not leave the hotel.”

“I’m going to interpret that statement as ‘don’t check out of the hotel.’ He can’t keep us here. We should be able to come and go.”

“I really want to. We could go to Cannes or Nice. Do you think it would be proper? With Karen and Larry in such trouble?”

“We have to get away. We can think better in an open car, speeding down the coast. I don’t think either one of them would begrudge us. It’ll clear our heads.”

“You talked me into it,” Viki declared.

“I’ll go downstairs and make the arrangements. I’ll also mention that Larry needs a room. I’ll call from the house phone when I get the car.”

“Thank you, Clint, I’ll finish dressing and I’ll be ready when you call.”

Viki chose a dark emerald green pantsuit to wear. It matched the color of the sea and had a long-sleeved, fitted jacket. She chose a long scarf for her hair because the Riviera could be windy. The roads were winding and the temptation to go fast was unavoidable. The only way to save a hairdo was to wrap up tightly.

Twenty minutes later, Clint and Viki were rolling along the coast in their rented Ferrari. The wind was in their faces and the sun shone brightly. Not a cloud in the sky, it promised to be a glorious, wonderful day. On the road to Nice, they stopped at a beach and took off their shoes and socks. The water was warm, but not warm enough for a swim. They saw little sand dollars and starfish washed up on the shore and it reminded them how fragile life is. They were so grateful that their life was much stronger, more significant somehow. Poor creatures, their lives are almost over when they begin. Viki and Clint would have forever — they had each other and that’s all that mattered.

“Maybe we should pick up some shells for Jessie. She’d like these, they’re so pretty,” Viki offered.

“There’s no law saying you can’t. I think she’d like them, too. I’m really missing her, Viki. And the boys. I’m so glad they’re safe at home.”

“Me, too, I can’t think about them being in danger. It’s too scary. I have to believe that even Ivan wouldn’t stoop that low,” Viki said.

“Don’t bet on it. But we can we hope,” Clint cautioned.

It was after the lunch hour when they stopped at a small outdoor cafe in Nice. The atmosphere was pleasant — and busy — and they were just another set of tourists out on holiday. Of course, the cafe expected impatient tourists and offered a sumptuous menu, filled with crepes, sandwiches and quiches. But Viki and Clint weren’t impatient. They weren’t in a hurry at all. It was times like these that they treasured — just being together. Men would look at Viki, smile and flirt shamelessly. But it didn’t bother Clint. He knew who would be taking her home. She would always come home with him. Not that he didn’t have his share of offers. The ladies were bold in France and very susceptible to rich, good-looking American men. He got a kick out of it, really. Viki pretended she didn’t, but she did. It was their private joke. Nobody could come between them, they were friends and lovers, and nothing could change that.

Because they were having such a delightful time, they didn’t notice when Jean-Claude approached their table and silently seated himself. He was good looking — blonde, with muscular arms and perfect teeth. Before he had spoken with a French accent. But now he didn’t sound French at all.

“Mr. and Mrs. Buchanan. Sorry for the intrusion, but I had to warn you,” he said.

“Warn us? Isn’t it kind of late for that, Mr. whatever-your- name-is?” replied Clint, scornfully.

“This is another warning. Dr. Kipling is going to have me kidnap you.”

“Again? Isn’t this getting ridiculous?”

“Why are you warning us?” asked an incredulous Viki.

“Because I’m not who you think I am, ” he said.

“Don’t even try to take us by force,” countered Clint. “I still have the gun that Viki took from you last night.”

“No, you don’t. After you left your hotel, I went into your suite and retrieved it. Sorry, but it has sentimental value to me.”

“I believe you are as insane as Ivan Kipling,” declared Viki.

“I can’t tell you the whole story now, but I came this afternoon to tell you both the plan,” said Jean-Claude.

Viki had a perplexed look on her face and, when she looked over at Clint, she noticed he was similarly confused.

“To make a long story short, Ivan told me to kidnap you tonight.”

“So why would you tell us now?” asked Clint.

“Because I wanted you to know — and assure your cooperation.”

“This is getting more bizarre by the minute, Clint,” Viki stated.

“We can just leave, Viki. He wouldn’t do anything in a public place like this.”

“Please, hear me out. I assure you, you won’t be disappointed,” Jean-Claude assured them.

“Hear out a gunman who wants to kidnap us, has held me at gunpoint and has a self-admitted sentimentality for handguns? I hope this is good,” Clint scoffed.

“First of all, may I call you ‘Viki’ and ‘Clint’?” asked the blonde man.

Clint shrugged his shoulders and said, “Why not? I’ve always wanted to be on a first name-basis with a kidnapper.”

“This is serious, Clint. We need each other. I need your cooperation to keep you alive.”

“Well, then,” asked Viki, “what may we call you?”

“My real name is Mark Hopkins. And I’m a treasury agent for the U.S.”

“Yeah, right, and I’m James Bond,” replied Clint, sarcastically.

“I know it may be hard to believe, but I am working undercover for the Treasury Dept. We’ve been investigating Ivan Kipling for a long time.”

“I’d say that you ‘living’ with Ivan for 5 years is a little too long for even our government to want to find somebody,” said Clint.

“Well, that was a mistake. I have been investigating Kipling for 5 years. I got tripped up. Hopefully, Ivan took my mistake as an act of stupidity. Please don’t think I’m as dumb as Ivan does. That is all a cover. I decided that he would never trust anyone that appeared too smart, so I’d go the opposite way. So far, I’ve spent 5 months getting to know him and learning about his operation.”

“You mean the U.S. Treasury Department has actually funded a search for Kipling?” asked Clint.

“He has been gone from the U.S. for over 15 years. In that time, he has never paid one dime of income tax or even filed a return. When a rich American like Kipling skips out, you can bet the IRS wants to know exactly why and where he is.”

“So how did you get this assignment?” continued Clint.

“I was working as a desk auditor for the IRS and I have been looking for Kipling for 5 years, like I said. I guess that’s how I made the ’5 year’ mistake. Contrary to popular belief, it is hard to act dumb when you’re not! I hope he dismissed it entirely. Lately, I’ve been getting vibes that he’s suspicious,” Hopkins explained.

“Well, Mark, how did you get from desk auditor to foreign spy?” queried Viki, suspiciously.

“Viki, I was just tired of being chained to a desk. When my boss expressed an interest in really nailing Kipling, I volunteered. But I did have to go through some extra training. I had gotten a lead from another U.S. citizen that we had tracked to Macao, a small coastal town in Northeastern Brazil. We’d heard rumors that Kipling and this other guy had worked together, at one time, and we thought it would be worth a look to go down there.”

“What an adventure!” said Viki, amazed.

“It got to be after I arrived there. I started asking a lot of questions, but the natives weren’t too trusting. My Portuguese is textbook, the idioms aren’t always the same. Anyway, I kept at it for almost a month before I struck gold. I didn’t know what to do after I’d found him, though. We were convinced that Kipling could lead us to more tax evaders, so we decided that I would gain his confidence and try to learn as much about his operation as possible. We were convinced he was making money hand over fist, but we didn’t know how. Macao is not the most poverty-stricken town in South America, but it sure doesn’t qualify for a conman’s scam.”

“That still doesn’t tell us why you’re taking us into your confidence and why we should trust you,” reasoned Clint.

“I told you it was a long story. I passed myself off as a grownup orphan of some misguided missionaries and led him to believe that I was a little dense. I thought he would hire me as an errand boy or something. He took me in. He must have felt sorry for me or something.”

“That’s completely out of character,” interrupted Viki. “The Ivan I remember would pull wings off flies and drown kittens.”

“Maybe he realized he might need some ‘dumb muscle’ for this assignment and decided to take a chance. Anyway, I’ve spent the better part of 5 months with Ivan and I haven’t learned much! When he briefed me on this kidnapping caper, I was, of course, skeptical.”

“Because you’re not a kidnapper?” asked Viki.

“Let me assure you, Viki, I didn’t want you to be hurt. I didn’t see the need to scare you or hurt you, so I bungled the kidnapping,” explained Mark.

“I beg your pardon. I was the one who overpowered you!” Viki’s eyes were fiery as she heatedly reminded Mark of this.

“I don’t want to hurt your feelings, Viki, but I let you get the gun. I didn’t see a reason to kidnap you. And I thought it would work out better for us.”

“But,” Clint countered, “now you are going to kidnap us, as Ivan wants. I don’t see the point of all this.”

“I have to. If I don’t, Ivan will get suspicious. I thought if I could get you to cooperate, it would go smoother for you and we’d get further with our plan,” argued Mark.

“This is crazy,” Clint said, disgustedly.

“But, Clint, this way we can plan when, where and how long you’re out of commission. You can wear comfortable clothes and even take care of business beforehand. You can even bring snacks, so you won’t be inconvenienced.”

“Well, aren’t you the most considerate kidnapper!” said Viki sarcastically.

“Guys, this will work better with your cooperation. Ivan will think you’re out of the way and I can keep pumping him for information. If I don’t do this, he will stop trusting me. I took a big risk when I bungled the first kidnapping.”

“I just thought of something!” Viki said excitedly. “Clint, if Ivan wants to kidnap us, it must mean that he doesn’t have Karen! If he did, he wouldn’t need us! This is great news! We can just go home!”

“Wait a minute. Ivan does have Karen. I don’t know where he’s holding her, but I know she’s in Monte Carlo. I think he just wants an extra insurance policy. I guess he thinks that perhaps Larry doesn’t have any strong feelings for Karen any longer. But he does for you. He’s just hedging his bets. Once Larry gets here, then he can hold him, too.”

“You’re sure that Karen is here?” Clint asked.

“I know it. I haven’t seen her, but I have talked to her guard. I know that she’s being treated well, but I also know that Ivan is a desperate man. Can we take the risk to not go through with my plan?” Mark queried.

Viki and Clint looked at each other, pondering this.

“Be ready tonight. I will pick you up at 8 o’clock. I will try to make sure you’re in a safe, comfortable place. But remember we have to make it look real. I’m not sure if Ivan will be there but, since I screwed up once, he’s probably going to insist on it.”

“Mark, I hope to God you’re on the level. If not, I have family at home that will track your miserable hide down and nail it to the wall. Buchanans do not take lightly to kidnapping,” Clint warned.

“We’ll try our best to cooperate with you, to some extent, Mark,” Viki assured.

“Thanks, Viki. I don’t want to mess this investigation up and, of course, I want everyone to be safe. I’ll be back for you later, at the hotel.”

After he left, Viki asked, “Oh, Clint, have we really done the right thing?”

“I don’t know. We’ll have to go by gut instinct and hope it’s not too late to change our minds.”

Clint paid the waiter and they walked back to the Ferrari. The afternoon was barely salvageable. Even the countryside was not as appealing as it had been earlier. They took a different route back, just for kicks, through the wine country. The wind wasn’t as strong here and neither was the urge to speed. Life was much more relaxed on this road. The vineyard growers sold some grapes and wine alongside the road and Viki decided they should stop.

“Let’s stop at one of the stands, Clint. Some local wine would be good, don’t you think?”

“Whatever. Does this look like a good one to you?” “Sure, this is great. Looks like they have more items here.” Viki strolled through the stands and looked at all the merchandise. Besides the wine, there was cheese, other vegetables and bread. “Oh, look Clint, they have some Gouda, your favorite.”

Viki bought some bread, cheese, grapes, honey and the wine. The stand also sold little “instant picnic” supplies, like napkins, plastic ware and plates. “Someday we’ll have a picnic on the beach. When this is all over,” thought Viki.

By the time they got back to the hotel it was 6 o’clock. Knowing that they had little time, they called the kids. Viki tried to pretend that everything was fine, but Kevin noticed that she sounded a little edgy. “I’m okay, Kevin. We’ve just spent the afternoon in a convertible. As nice as it was at the time, I have a headache from the wind. I’m tired, but happy.”

“Well, how is one supposed to dress for a kidnapping?” inquired Viki edgily.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m gonna wear my jeans and my boots. That’s how I’m most comfortable. Somehow, I don’t think you should wear your nightie and robe, though. That would be too comfortable.”

“Oh, all right. I will let you wear your jeans and boots, if you will also wear that chambray shirt. You look divine in it, Darling.”

“I don’t have a problem with the chambray. It’s soft, too.”

“Yes, I know,” purred Viki who was standing very close now. “Maybe I will wear my robe and we can repeat this morning.”

“What are we waiting for?” asked Clint, as he began taking off his shirt.

“Oh, shoot, Clint, we forgot to check for messages. Maybe Larry’s called.”

“Boy, you know how to change the subject! OK, OK, I’ll call. The quicker Larry gets here, the quicker our kidnapping stint will be over. We must be crazy to have agreed to this. Doesn’t this sound uncharacteristic of us? I mean, actually letting ourselves be kidnapped?”

“It does seem odd, but do we really have a choice? Mark could take us by force, anyway. This way he might trust us and we can get the upper hand. Maybe?”

“Maybe,” agreed Clint. “It will certainly be interesting.”

“Viki, Larry’s coming on the am flight tomorrow morning. I called a limo service to meet him, in case we’re still kidnapped.”

“Smart thinking, Darling.” Viki was in the bathroom, putting the finishing touches on her re-makeup job. She’d changed to jeans, too, and pulled on a light sweater, in case it was cold where they were going. Her Nikes were cushioned and she felt confident she would pass the night in comfort. She tucked her purchases from the roadside stand in a tote bag and hoped that Ivan wouldn’t notice she had it or that Mark could sneak it to them later.

“I’m getting a little nervous. I’m having second and third thoughts.”

“I don’t blame you, but we’re hooked, I’m afraid. At least we’ll be together, Viki, that’s what counts now.”

“Quick, Clint, before Mark comes, check on the gun. Did he really take it?”

“Yes, it’s gone. And I didn’t notice any signs of a forced entry. He’s one slick dude, all right.”

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Viki opened it to find Mark. He was dressed in black jeans, a black sweatshirt and black running shoes in sharp contrast to his blonde hair. He looked like the typical burglar, jewel thief — or mime.

They walked to Mark’s car with little conversation. Once their trip was underway, Mark was busy giving last minute instructions: “Act normal. No, act scared, mad, any of those real feelings so that it will look normal, just in case Ivan shows up. He said he’s not planning to, but . . .”

“Nothing about this is normal, Mark,” replied Viki.

They were in a dark European car. The car didn’t go very fast, but the streets they were going down became increasingly more deserted, so that they felt they were a million miles away. Then Mark stopped the car in front of a huge metal warehouse. It was in an industrial area, not very well lit and more than a little spooky. Mark led them up a staircase and fiddled with some keys until he found the right one. The lock was a bit stubborn, but the door finally opened. Inside it was dark. Mark reached above his head and pulled a chain that illuminated a bare, low-watt bulb. It didn’t do much for lighting the huge area, but it was a comforting sight.

“I’m sorry the accommodations are not better, but at least it’s out of the wind and there’s plenty of furniture. Fortunately, Ivan had other plans to attend to tonight, so he didn’t come. He expects you to be tied up, though, so if you hear anyone coming, you must pretend to be bound. I’m sure he’ll make a visit before too long, to make sure I’ve done the job right.”

“I won’t have any problems ‘acting normal’ when I see him,” huffed Clint.

“I don’t think violence will help at this point, Darling,” soothed Viki. “Let’s wait until everyone is safe and then pound him into the ground!”

“Thanks for the permission, I’ll be happy to.”

Mark showed them the rope and how to get into it without actually tying it tight. “It has to look real,” repeated Mark.

With that, he left them, virtually in the dark. They could hear the lock being stubborn again and they realized they were locked in — and alone. The small dim bulb didn’t light much, so they had to explore very carefully. As their eyes adjusted to the dark, they saw big objects, but they couldn’t tell what they were. Clint pulled out a keychain and flicked a little switch.

Viki punched him. “Why didn’t you bring that out sooner? I’ve cracked my shin twice since we came down the stairs!”

“Sorry, honey, I just remembered I had the Land Rover keys on me. The ring has a ‘gimme’ with a flashlight. It’s not that good, really.”

“Well, at least I can see a little bit ahead of me. Not very far, but better than before.”

“What are these things anyway?”

“Oh, Clint, we’re in a casino graveyard or something. There’s lots of gaming tables here.”

“Where else but Monte Carlo? Gaming capital of the world. Guess they never throw any of them away.”

“Looks like this is the ‘furniture’ Mark was talking about.”

“Viki, are you warm enough?”

“Almost.”

Clint put his arms around Viki and rested his head on top of hers. As they rocked gently back and forth, they felt almost peaceful. The area was cool, but not too bad. Their body heat was combining, filling them up, like logs added to a fire. It was dark and they were able to block out that they were in a strange place on the orders of a madman. Somehow, it was actually comforting to be in the dark. They couldn’t do anything; they could only wait. It seemed like they were always waiting since Ivan came back into their life.

“Oh, Clint, you have on my favorite suspenders. Nice, very nice. I can’t get over how exciting you are.” Viki massaged his chest with soft, gentle circles. The palms of her hands moved over his strong chest and broad shoulders, then grabbed the back of his neck and drew him into a long, passionate kiss. As they got more and more excited, Viki reached behind her and found a table top and stood on her tiptoes so that she could sit on it.

For a moment, they just looked in each other’s eyes but the longing was so intense that they couldn’t hold out any longer. Making love on a gaming table had never been an aspiration, but it had become an inspiration. They were exhilarated and exhausted at the same time, breathless and happy.

“What are we on, anyway?” asked Clint.

“Some kind of gaming table, I think.”

“Yeah, I know, but what kind?” Clint was still caressing her hair and kissing her lips.

“I think it’s a baccarat table.”

“You’re really good at bac-ca-rat!”

“Good thing the lights are out, I think I’m blushing.”

“Clint, my back is killing me. Isn’t there anything softer to lie on?”

“Let me go explore. Maybe I can find something.”

Clint ventured off into the dark, sparingly using the small flashlight. He was afraid it wouldn’t last very long. There were mazes of tables, slot machines and stools, but no couches or beds. It looked like 3 casinos had gone out of business and all the equipment from them had landed there. Because the furniture was so haphazardly stored, exploring and maneuvering were difficult. Climbing on top of a “21″ table, Clint shone the light in a big circle. In a corner, he saw a pile of material that appeared to some kind of cloth. Making his way by walking from table to table, he was able to reach the pile and discovered it was a stack of movers’ quilts. They were heavy and soiled, but they would provide cushion and warmth. It was getting increasingly colder as the night progressed — and it would get colder still.

“Hey, Honey, I found some quilts!” Clint called to Viki. “This is our lucky night.”

“Well, there are different types of luck. We got lucky at baccarat.”

Clint came back with the quilts and started layering them on the baccarat table to form a makeshift mattress, saving a couple to use as blankets.

Patting the now-fluffy table, Clint said, “Want to test drive the new French Boudoir mobile?”

“Sure. How many miles does it get to the gallon?”

“It doesn’t get miles. It gets smiles. There are 1,000 smiles an hour on this ride. Yes-sir, it’s a real beauty. And it’s one of a kind.”

“Sounds interesting. But I think it’s an all-purpose vehicle,” Viki observed. “Looks like it could be a great picnic place.”

“Oh, don’t get me started. We forgot to eat! We’re gonna starve,” Clint moaned.

“No, we won’t! I brought the picnic with us! Thank goodness Ivan wasn’t around and I was able to smuggle it in.”

“I don’t see it. Where’d you leave it?” Clint asked.

“At the door, I think. Do you mind getting it?”

“On my way. I hate to leave you in the dark. Do you want to come with me?”

“No, Clint. I’ll be okay,” Viki assured him. “But hurry — I’m hungry.”

Clint brought back the tote back and began unloading it. “Oh, look, there’s a paper tablecloth in the package.”

“Hey, I didn’t expect that,” Viki said. “That works out nicely.”

The plastic knife didn’t look like it would cut the bread, so they tore off chunks and ate them with cheese triangles and grapes. It wasn’t much, but it would sustain them for a while. The wine was good, even if there weren’t any glasses. The local vineyards were excellent sources of aromatic and flavorful wines.

“I feel kind of decadent drinking wine out of the bottle,” Viki laughed. “This isn’t exactly the Ritz, so I guess it doesn’t matter.”

“But you’ve got to admit the company’s pretty darn good, Sweetheart,” Clint said.

“Yes, of course. We might as well eat everything, it won’t be any good in the morning.”

“I’m pretty full, but the cheese is so Gouda,” quipped Clint.

“Oh, Clint, that’s bad. But you’re so handsome that I’ll forgive you.”

Viki cleared all the trash off the tablecloth and folded it up to keep the crumbs contained. Tossing it in the tote bag, she asked, “Well, now what do we do?”

“Hm, how about covering up and getting some sleep? This kidnapping business is kind of tiring. Plus, we better rest up for tomorrow. We don’t know what’s in store for us.”

They snuggled under the blankets and concentrated on getting comfortable. But Viki was fidgety and finally gave up. “You know, Clint, I wish you had found a bathroom when you found these quilts. I don’t know how I can hold out until tomorrow.”

“Oops, that could be a problem. I guess I’ll go explore in the other direction. This place is so big, it’s bound to have some kind of break room or something for the laborers.”

Crossing to the other side of the warehouse, Clint called out to Viki, “Hey, I found an office that has a little restroom. I’ll come get you.”

Viki and Clint were once again snuggled up on their “bed.”

“Look, Clint, there’s the moon. I didn’t notice it before.”

“That’s because it wasn’t there before. It’s moving and has lit up the skylights,” Clint said. “I didn’t even realize there were skylights in this old place.”

“Oh, and I can see the stars. They’re so beautiful,” said Viki. “Seems kind of strange. I wouldn’t have thought that the stars would shine for us tonight. Let’s make a wish. Then give me a kiss to seal it.”

“What do you think I should wish for?” Clint asked. “I know — that we were on the beach at Capri or in Paris picking out jewelry for you?”

“I wouldn’t mind that. But, honestly, I have all the jewelry I want.”

“No, you don’t get it,” Clint said. “I’d rather be picking out very expensive jewelry for you than in this mess. Except I don’t find this part too bad at all. I mean, lying here with my favorite girl, looking up at the stars and snuggling under a blanket . . . that’s what I call heaven.”

“That’s so sweet,” Viki said. “But I still haven’t gotten that kiss yet.”

Clint cuddled Viki in his arms and they watched the stars until they were fast asleep. The moon seemed to be peeking in on them, shining and smiling down. It stood guard over the sleeping duo and they had a peaceful night.

They awoke when they heard a loud banging on the door. There was little light outside, so they knew it was still early.

“Why is he knocking? We don’t have a key. Let him get in by himself,” Clint groused, turning over. But Viki resisted the urge. If someone was going to walk in on them, she wasn’t going to have her back to them.

It turned out that Viki didn’t need to worry. They were completely hidden by stacks of tables and stools. In fact, they could have probably hidden quite successfully for a while. But that wasn’t the point. They wanted and needed to get out of there.

“Greetings, my friends. I’ve brought gifts. Well, not gifts, exactly. How about some croissants? And coffee, too,” inquired Mark.

“Well, life’s getting better,” mumbled Clint.

“Bring on the coffee. I’ll definitely feel better after I’ve had some coffee,” agreed Viki.

“I knew it. I knew you two would be all right. I have to go now. I’m going after Larry. When he’s settled, I’ll come back for you. Hold on a little while longer. I’ll be back,” promised Mark.

Viki sat cross-legged on the table and took a small sip of the French coffee. It was hot, strong and tasted really good. Viki didn’t usually like such strong coffee, but she was grateful for anything in this strange place. The coffee helped clear her head which was a little fuzzy from the wine, but she knew the coffee would straighten her out.

“Clint, dear, your coffee’s getting cold. Don’t you need some coffee? It’ll make you feel better,” teased Viki as she reached down and kissed his ear.

“OK, OK, I guess I want some coffee. Where are the eggs Benedict?”

The crescent-shaped rolls were fluffy, but crusty and buttery on top. The only thing missing was the jam.

“I’ll spring for some eggs Benedict tomorrow, Clint. Today, we have to make do with croissants. Actually, they’re pretty good. I guess I worked up quite an appetite last night.”

“I suppose there’s nothing more we can do but wait until Mark comes back,” Clint said in a resigned fashion. “Then the wheels will be set in motion and we may get an opportunity to get control of this situation.”

Mark was standing at the counter, waiting for the passengers to disembark, when the announcement came over the speaker that Larry’s plane had landed. Mark was nervous and hoped that everything would go according to plan. Ivan was really enjoying the plan so far, but he wasn’t sure that was good. But then things wouldn’t go well if Ivan was unhappy, either. “The sooner the better,” thought Mark. He was holding a neatly lettered cardboard sign that read “Larry Wolek.” Many of the passengers had left the plane and were going toward the exits or baggage claim when Mark finally saw Larry. Because Ivan had shown him pictures of Larry, Mark recognized him immediately. He waited until Larry approached him to stuck out his hand.

“Dr. Wolek? Jean-Claude DuBois. A pleasure to meet you, sir. Do you have any luggage to collect?”

“No, I have it all here,” Larry said as he shifted his garment bag and adjusted the handles on his carry-on suitcase. Mark took the garment bag from Larry and led him to the airport exit.

“Jean-Claude, can you tell me anything about this situation? I’ve been trying to reach the Buchanans from the plane’s phone. There hasn’t been any answer. What’s the deal?”

“As soon as we get to Dr. Kipling, he will fill you in on all that you need to know.”

They walked in silence after that and Mark felt bad. Larry seemed like a nice guy. He realized he would probably have to let him in on his secret, but not yet. That would have to wait.

The white Lincoln limo was parked at the curb, with a uniformed chauffeur at the wheel. Mark took the carry-on suitcase from Larry and put it and the garment bag in the trunk. Then Larry and Mark got in the rear of the limo and settled themselves for the ride.

The limo was a beauty and rode like a dream. Larry remembered being in France many times before. He had gone there in high school and taken Meredith to Paris on their honeymoon. There had been lectures, seminars and vacations, too, in the beautiful wine country. The journey was long, but comfortable and the two men were silent. Larry didn’t know what to say, since he’d already been denied any answers. Mark couldn’t say anything. Finally, the silence got to them both. As Mark was about to speak, Larry said, “Is Karen safe and is she really being held captive by that viper, Kipling?”

The tall, silver-haired chauffeur turned around, sneered an evil smile and said, “I assure you, Larry, Karen is safe and sound, for the moment. But that will rest entirely with you!” Ivan then laughed a diabolical chuckle and continued to drive.

Dr. Kipling eased the limo into the semicircular drive of the Pink Giraffe and motioned for Jean-Claude (Mark) to take over the driving duties. As he led Larry toward the hotel entrance, Ivan said, “I hope your flight was comfortable. In any case, you’ll need some rest before we begin our negotiations. Here is the key to your suite. You’re next door to the Buchanans. I have arranged for the hotel to supply your every need — all you have to do is call them. I trust your accommodations will be satisfactory. I will call for you at 2:00 p.m. and brief you on my proposal.”

“Where is Karen, Kipling? I didn’t come all this way to just discuss your ‘proposal,’ as you call it. I want to be assured that she is safe,” demanded Larry.

“Now, now, Dr. Wolek, you know I’d never hurt Karen while I still need your cooperation. She’s in good hands and good health. She’s not far away and you will get to see her. All in good time. I’m afraid all you can do is wait. But go rest now — I need you at your best.”

“Where are Viki and Clint?” continued Larry. “What have you done with them?”

“They are safe, too. They have enjoyed this little holiday immensely, let me assure you. Nothing has stood in the way of their playfulness. I have had to detain them for ‘insurance’ purposes. They will join us at 2:00 p.m. Until then, good morning.”

With that, Ivan slipped away and Larry was left standing in the lobby alone and confused. He couldn’t imagine Ivan still being alive after all these years. He couldn’t imagine that Ivan was still haunting him, either. Hadn’t he suffered enough at the hands of this madman? Larry suddenly felt drained of any of the energy that just minutes before had been fueled by rage. Being helpless was not a feeling doctors liked to feel. Perhaps it was ego. He so much wanted to help humanity and, if he were helpless, how could he? He had spent his whole career trying to save lives with his medical skills. He could only surmise what evil deeds Kipling expected him to do. Would he insist Larry do something illegal? Immoral? It must be illegal or immoral if Ivan had to resort to all these machinations to get help. Silently he prayed, “Let me get through this, save Karen and get home safely.”

Putting his key in the lock of his hotel suite, Larry suddenly realized he was hungry. Deciding to order room service before he slept, he ordered a small snack and unpacked. The waiter came and left the food, but by then Larry wasn’t hungry. His emotions were so mixed. How long had it been since he’d seen Karen? He couldn’t even bring himself to remember. He tried to block it out, but it was hard. He had loved Karen so much and had wanted so much for the two of them to make their marriage work. He didn’t know what he would do when he saw her. Would he reach out and hold her? Would he just walk away after this ordeal was over, treating her like a stranger that he had been morally obligated to save? She hurt him badly. Would he ever forget that? No, he didn’t think so. Could he forgive her? He didn’t know. He did know that her husband, Steve, had died. Wanda had told him that. Not that he’d wanted to know. Wanda had insisted on telling him. Many times he had asked Wanda not to tell him about Karen. He didn’t want to know — the pain was still too real, even after all these years. Karen and medicine had been the most important things in Larry’s life. Karen, though, in her younger years, couldn’t accept that interns, residents and doctors just beginning their careers were poor. Her tastes were extravagant and her self-control weak. In her later years, she did seem to overcome her selfishness, but still went about doing things before fully thinking them out. Karen had been enough for Larry. However, Larry wasn’t always enough for Karen. Had she changed at all, he wondered.

Larry was nervous, yet exhausted. He hadn’t been able to sleep the night before he left and was awake during most of the international flight. He thought he would collapse soon after arriving in France, but somehow it wouldn’t happen. He finally took a hot shower and then sprawled across the bed, dreading, yet anxious for 2 o’clock to arrive.

Viki and Clint were being driven by Mark back to the hotel. “I don’t understand why we had to spend the night in that horrible place, instead of our nice suite,” complained Viki.

“As it turned out, you shouldn’t have had to. It was just another ploy to make sure Larry Wolek arrived. If he hadn’t come, as he had promised, you would have been the captives that would have surely brought him here. So because your friend arrived on time and in a somewhat reasonably cooperative mood, you are free.”

The countryside sped by and the trip seemed endless. “At least we can get this over with. I’m ready to go home and be with our children. It seems like we’ve been gone so long. What started out as a trip that was supposed to be a vacation has turned into a nightmare,” Viki said as she thought about all the things they had wanted to do in France that they didn’t get to do. Oh, well, there would be other trips.

They made their way to their suite and Mark bid them good-bye, after telling them to be ready at 2:00 p.m. “I get the shower first, Clint! I would kill to get clean right now. I don’t think I can stand that awful warehouse stench one more minute.”

“Go ahead. I think I’ll wait on the terrace,” Clint replied. “Tell me when you’re through and I’ll order lunch. It’ll be noon before it gets here.”

“Yeah, and then maybe we can take a nap before 2:00.”

“Sounds good to me!” Clint walked out onto the terrace and looked around. It all looked the same. The same sea, the same sand, the same sunbathers, laughing and playing. It seemed strange — almost like time had stood still while they’d been gone. “The Riviera will never change,” he thought. The rich and powerful, the not-so-rich and average — they all come here to play and forget their troubles at home. They didn’t know how lucky they were. He didn’t think any of them appreciated how good they had it. He and Viki could be fighting for their lives and the lives of their friends. It seemed incongruous that they could be in such trouble, but the world was still turning.

“Wow, that was great. Clint, your turn,” Viki called. Tightening her robe and pulling back the comforter, she got into bed and closed her eyes. She could hear the water and could imagine the drops from Clint’s shower. In her mind, she saw Clint standing there, naked, letting the water roll down his glorious body. He was lathering the soap into luxurious bubbles and rubbing them all over his body. The steam was thick and warm when she opened the door. It enveloped her and it was hard to see, but she could hear the water and feel the soft curtain that lay between her and her man. Letting her robe slip to the floor, she silently stepped into the enticingly sensual shower. Clint turned around, obviously pleased that Viki had joined him. “Excuse me, ma’am, but I’m married.”

“Yes, I know,” Viki said.

“I don’t think my wife would like your being here,” Clint kidded as he kissed her lips tenderly.

“Oh, I disagree, I know she’s happy that I’m here. She wants you so much.”

Nothing could stop them then. Nothing could come between them. They were fused in erotic indulgence, not wanting to stop, but to stay like this forever.

Lying happily intertwined on the bed, Clint sighed, “Honey, I’m sorry I forgot to order lunch.” “That’s okay, we wouldn’t have had time to eat it, anyway. It’s almost two and we should be getting dressed.”

“Yeah, I don’t want to miss the showdown. Finally, Kipling should lay it all out on the table.”

Getting up and dressed seemed like it would take too much effort, but they did it. The end of summer, it was still quite warm in the day, but much cooler at night. Not knowing what the rest of the day would hold, Viki chose a light yellow linen pantsuit and took a navy blue blazer, for the evening. Clint was wearing navy Dockers and a pale yellow Polo shirt. Viki reminded him to take along his Eddie Bauer windbreaker, just in case.

When Mark knocked at the door, they were ready. The three of them walked to the elevator and rode to the 12th floor. Ivan had a three-bedroom suite, large enough to accommodate all his needs. Entering the suite, Viki saw Larry and ran to him. Hugging him tightly, she whispered, “I’m so sorry.”

Larry stepped back so that he could look at her and tried to speak to her without talking. Finally, he gave up and said, “This isn’t your fault, Viki. I’m glad we’re finally together.”

“Mr. and Mrs. Buchanan, Dr. Wolek, the time has come that we begin working together. Everyone have a seat and we’ll get started,” Kipling directed.

Uncomfortable, but not sure how to register a protest, the three chose their seats, Viki and Clint on the settee, and Larry in the wing-back beside it. Mark sat in a Louis XIV chair, while Ivan remained standing. “May I offer anyone coffee? Juice? Cocktail?”

His offer was met with silence and, while he seemed a bit insulted, he began speaking. “Dr. Wolek, to come to the point succinctly, I need some manpower. I need some plastic surgeons, orthopedists and internal medicine specialists. And, of course, some nurses, assistants and anesthesiologists.”

“What? No hospital? How about a few operating rooms to go with it?” asked Larry, sarcastically.

“Now that you mention it, we will need equipment, as well.”

“And just how am I supposed to arrange it?” queried Larry. “This is crazy.”

Viki couldn’t help asking, “Ivan, may I ask why you’ need all this?”

“Let’s just say I have some vengeance to exact.”

“Just what I thought. A plot for revenge. Don’t you ever get tired of this, Kipling?” asked Clint.

“You’ve had your revenge. You’ve been living in apparently opulent surrounding, haven’t paid for any of your crimes and have enjoyed being a vicious villain,” Viki said.

“Mrs. Buchanan, no one here is more aware of my shortcomings than I am. I am not asking for your approval, I am merely asking for your assistance,” Kipling responded.

“Merely? Merely asking? What do you call kidnapping, threats and extortion?” Clint thundered.

“Technically, it’s not extortion. Maybe it is. Extortion is normally a threat for monetary gain. But in this case, I will concede that, for what I am asking you, it will be costly.”

Larry, frustrated by his lack of understanding, said, “I need to know more. I can’t persuade surgeons and anesthesiologists to come here and help without a really good explanation. You’re going to have to tell me more, much more, before I can agree to this.”

“Very well. I have ‘associates’ who have been banished to certain hospitals in Brazil. I have been implored to see that they are restored to their original condition, or better. I support their needs, but I can’t do it alone. I have spent thousands of dollars and still have much to do.”

“I knew it, I knew it,” scowled Larry under his breath. “I knew you would want me to do something immoral or illegal. Why else would I be here?”

“I think you’ve neglected to tell us something we all want to know, Ivan,” Viki interjected. “And that’s where Karen is and how she fits into this plan of yours.”

“Very simple, Mrs. Buchanan. I can explain that. Karen is being held by another associate of mine who is taking excellent care of her. She is being maintained in a beautiful suite, with an expansive view of the Riviera and has all the comforts she desires. She really has not voiced too much displeasure. However, she is eager to see you all. I’ve told her that you were coming and I can tell she will be happy to be with you. I thought Larry would be more agreeable to help if he had some incentive, some reason to cooperate. And, knowing how you all feel about me, I am ashamed I had to resort to these measures. But the ends do justify the means.”

“How am I supposed to persuade these people to go to Brazil?” Larry asked.

“Aahhh, that’s where Mr. and Mrs. Buchanan come in. You see, they will provide the financial incentive, if one is needed. They have plenty of resources and, while it might take an enormous amount of money, I’m sure they can recoup their investments quite handily.”

“Well, I never!” exclaimed Viki. “You have nerve to ask us to finance your Nazi friends’ medical treatments? I don’t think we can do this.”

“Even if Karen’s life hangs in the balance? And, of course, I do know where your children are at this very moment. Young Jessica is in Algebra class with Mrs. Green, Joseph is with Kelly in an art history class at Llanview University, and I believe Kevin is in a meeting with Mel Hayes and Cassie. By the way, Kevin bought Cassie an engagement ring yesterday. Congratulations.”

Astounded by Kipling’s display of knowledge about their children’s lives, Viki and Clint suddenly became more cooperative. Their kids meant everything to them and they would do anything to keep them safe.

“I’ll have Jean-Claude escort you back to your rooms where you can think further about these details. Larry, I expect you to come up with some names and I will review the list. Mr. Buchanan, you can start by analyzing your bank accounts. Don’t move any money yet. I’ll give you more instructions later.”

Mark (Jean-Claude) saw the trio back to Viki and Clint’s suite, and joined them for some coffee and sandwiches. Larry was confused by the sudden familiarity between Viki and Clint and Jean-Claude. Explaining the situation, Clint was able to convince Larry that “Jean-Claude” was actually Mark, and had been very helpful and apparently truthful — so far. Larry agreed that they needed all the help they could get. While he was thinking of the doctors he thought might be available or could be “bought,” Viki wrote their names down on a pad. “I don’t know if this is going to work, guys. I mean, what can I say to these doctors?”

“The only thing I can think of, ” said Viki, “is to fabricate a story for all of them — another reason, of course for needing their assistance. No one’s going to want to come help those Nazi monstrosities. Can you imagine?”

“We could say it’s a working seminar or something. Don’t you doctors do that sort of thing?” asked Clint.

“Clint, when we vacation, we play golf, not doctor!” responded Larry. “Yes, I guess we could set up some sort of ‘show and tell’ program. Try to get conceited, arrogant, but really good surgeons. They’ll want to show each other up and be anxious to get there!”

“OK, Larry, does that mean we start over on the list?” Viki queried.

“Yes, Viki, we can eliminate some of them. Fortunately, there are enough to take their places. I may have to make some inquiries in Harrisburg, Albany and Buffalo to get who I need.”

Mark stood up and stretched. “Well, folks, I’m going to leave you. Ivan wants to meet again at nine o’clock for a late supper. Don’t forget, I’m Jean-Claude — and I’m not your friend. I’m Ivan’s accomplice. While I’m gone, I’m going to go back to Ivan to see if he will tell me anything more about these people who need your help. And, of course, I’ll continue to try and find out Karen’s whereabouts. But the big problem is, Ivan has so many spies, even I don’t know who to trust. When he threw out that stuff about your children, it came as a total surprise to me.”

Larry was satisfied when he had 32 names on his list. Of course, that didn’t mean that any of them would be interested. He would have to wait for their response. Having not had much sleep, Larry decided to go to his suite and get some rest before the 9:00 p.m. dinner meeting.

Clint had called his banker in Llanview and asked that printouts of his accounts be faxed to him. He had gone down to the hotel’s business center to wait for them while Viki tried to nap. She couldn’t get Karen out of her mind, though. What was Karen thinking? Was she scared? Was she hungry and cold? Tired and lonely? She knew Ivan had said otherwise, but she didn’t trust him. Not at all. She knew Ivan had been fond of Karen at one time. But he didn’t seem to have any sentimentality at all now. She wondered where Karen was. Was she in this hotel? That was a thought! She quickly dressed and hurried down to the business center to find Clint. Maybe he could get some information from the bellboys or waiters. Maybe someone had noticed an American woman, unhappy and confined.

Clint was down in the Business Center of the hotel, waiting on a fax. Viki had gone down to meet him because she had an idea about finding Karen. It was now after 4 o’clock and Viki thought maybe room service would be delivering a tray to Karen, if she were in the hotel. She quickly informed Clint of her idea and then asked him to meet her at the Room Service Department. “Now, where would Room Service be, anyway?” she asked herself. Seeing a bellman, she asked him where the kitchen was.

“Which kitchen, Madame?”

“The one that provides room service to the guests.”

“But all the restaurants have room delivery service. If the guest chooses from the room menu, the order is channeled to the restaurant that makes that dish. If there are more restaurants involved, it is prepared in steps.”

“So there’s no way to know where my sandwich came from?” asked Viki.

“Was there something wrong with the food sent to your room, Madame? I am so sorry, let me assure you . . .”

“No, you don’t understand,” Viki said. “There’s nothing wrong. I just wanted to talk to one of the waiters that brought my sandwich.”

“Did he act improperly? If so, we will get to the bottom . . .”

“No, you don’t understand,” Viki said again, growing increasingly frustrated. “I just want to talk to him. Oh, never mind, I’ll talk to the manager.”

Viki was even more frustrated upon learning that the manager was in a meeting with the secretary of the Shah of Uriquai. Heading back to her suite, she was disappointed. It wasn’t until she was almost back at her room that she remembered Clint was supposed to meet her somewhere else. She gave up and thought surely he would come back to the room.

Lying on the love seat, she kicked off her shoes and put a pillow behind her head. “Just a few moments of shuteye,” she thought.

“Knock, knock,” said a loud voice. Startled, Viki sat up and tried to orient herself. The sun was going down. It was a lot later than when she had laid down. Barefooted, she cautiously went to the door and peeked out the peep hole. It was Mark.

“Viki, it’s me, Mark.”

Unlocking the door, she opened it and let him in. “I was just resting. What time is it?”

“Well, it’s only 7:00 p.m., but I thought I’d come check out things here. Larry seems to be fast asleep. I only lightly tapped on his door.” Looking around the suite, he asked, “Are you here all alone?”

“Yes, but I do wonder where Clint is. He’s been gone for a couple of hours. I can’t imagine where he’s gotten off to.”

“He didn’t tell you where he was going? Strange,” replied Mark.

“Well, Mark, it’s a long story. Clint and I were going to do some sleuthing of our own. We decided to meet at the Room Service area, but I was told there wasn’t one. So I came back to the suite.”

“Where is Clint then?” asked Mark.

“He was in the Business Center, waiting for a fax from our banker in the States,” Viki replied.

“Well, maybe he decided to stop at the craps table. Or at the roulette wheel — he seemed to be doing well the other night,” Mark said with a grin.

“I don’t think he would do that without at least finding me first, Mark.”

“Let’s go down to the Business Center, then to the area you went to and then split up and look among the gaming tables.”

“Let me get my jacket and put on my shoes,” Viki responded. What else is going to go wrong in this place?”

None of their search attempts proved successful. Clint was nowhere to be found –just as if he had dropped off the face of the earth. None of the bellmen had seen him; the Business Center said he had left about 4:15. Viki was growing more and more concerned over his absence. Clint never disappeared without warning. He was very considerate and punctual. She had a bad feeling in her bones that something was wrong.

Mark and Viki went back to the Buchanan suite and decided that they could do nothing but wait. Suddenly, Mark hit his head with his hand. “Of course! Kipling has him. That has to be it! I’m going now to Kipling’s quarters. I’ll let you know immediately if I find out anything,” Mark said as he leapt out of the chair and headed for the door.

“Please, Mark, find him. I’ll be waiting.”

“It will soon be time to wake Larry. If I don’t get back by 8:30, wake him up, please. I’ll be back to get you both before 9,” Mark assured her.

“Yes, I’ll let him get as much sleep as possible.”

Viki continued to pace in the suite. It was a nervous habit which often reared its head when the kids were out late or she was afraid of missing a print deadline. She was working off some nervous energy, but she was really beginning to feel tired. “That nap didn’t help at all. I’m exhausted,” thought Viki. She called Room Service and ordered a pot of coffee — thought about calling the kids. “No,” she thought, “I can’t do that. They’ll want to talk to their father and I won’t be able to explain his absence or pretend I’m not worried.” There was no one she could turn to now. Larry needed his sleep desperately. Everyone else was unreachable. Being alone was one of the hardest thing Viki ever had to did. Fortunately, she was never alone often, and only when she chose to be. Her life in Llanview was full and happy, and she liked it that way. But the evil Ivan Kipling was changing everything.

“Knock, knock,” again came the warning sign. She thought it must be Mark. That was quick, she thought, so maybe it was good news.

Opening the door, Viki was a little bit more than shocked to see Clint in a waiter’s uniform! She took several steps back, but couldn’t say anything.

“Madame, I have brought your coffee. Where do you wish it?”

“Why, Mr. Waiter, er, er, over here, I guess.”

Clint pushed the cart all the way into the room and shut the door quietly. “Honey, you won’t believe what I found out!”

“Oh, Clint, I’ve been so worried. How could you put me through this!” Viki’s voice was a little sharp and she was trembling.

Noticing that her bottom lip was quivering, Clint took her in his arms and held her very close. He could smell the fragrance of her perfume. He always liked the way Viki smelled. Even when she wasn’t wearing perfume, she still smelled wonderful. Their embrace was long and tender. Finally, Viki allowed him to loosen his grip and he started to speak again.

“Viki, I’m sorry. I tried to find you, but I couldn’t. Then this maitre ‘d caught me in the hallway in the back of one of the kitchens and gave me the third degree. Well, the only thing I could come up with was that I was looking for work.”

Viki’s laughter was light and sounded good to Clint. He hadn’t heard her laugh in far too long. She couldn’t believe what she’d heard and told him so.

“But, Viki, you wanted to find Karen and I couldn’t think of a better way than to be a waiter delivering room service,” Clint explained.

“Wow, that is remarkable. I mean what are the odds that someone would think you’re waiter material?” Viki asked with a laugh.

“Now, wait just a minute, Viki. I’ve done my share of manual labor,” Clint said defensively. “I’m not ashamed of it, either. I can sling hash and fry eggs with the best of ‘em.”

Laughing again, Viki said, “I know that darling. I was just thinking about you pretending to be French. Your idea of speaking French is ordering crepes suzette.”

“Well, I didn’t pretend to be French. I told them I was an American and had lost all my money at the craps tables. He believed me. They must have been short-handed, because he didn’t hesitate. Took me to a locker room, got me a uniform and showed me the room service layout.”

“My, my, aren’t you industrious? But, the important thing is, did you find Karen?”

“I think so. I’m not sure, though. I delivered a tray to room 671. There were two thugs there who looked like bodyguards,” Clint explained. “When I asked where the third person was for the three meals, one of them told me to mind my own business.”

“What did you do then?”

“I was stalling for time — setting up the table, rearranging the silver and such. Then I heard a woman’s voice from the bedroom say something about being hungry and asking if the food was there yet. I saw that the lunch dishes were still in the room and offered to get them out. I told them I would come back with another tray, because that one was gone.”

“Then what?” asked Viki.

“They told me not to bother. But I went back later when I thought the woman might be out in the sitting room. I was hoping their guard would be off somewhere.”

“Did you see her?”

“No, the woman wasn’t with the men,” Clint responded. “They were eating and the third place setting wasn’t on the table. They were making her eat in the bedroom.”

“That’s a start but it doesn’t prove anything, honey.”

“I’m not finished! While I was there, cleaning up the first tray, the phone rang. I don’t know who it was, but the guy who answered definitely said the name ‘Karen’ to somebody. I know she’s there. It’s too much of a coincidence.”

“Yes, that would be hard to swallow,” Viki agreed. “So she’s possibly in room 671. Let’s go get Mark and storm the room.”

“Viki, I don’t think that would work. For one thing, there are two of them and I think they have guns, judging by the bulges under their coats. I mean, who wears a coat in their hotel room?”

“Too dangerous. And now I remember how much Ivan seems to know about the kids. We can’t trust him,” Viki rationalized. “We have to play along a little longer.”

“I think things are beginning to look up. Everyone’s safe and we haven’t done anything bad yet, so there’s always hope.”

“Let’s drink the coffee. I’m exhausted,” Viki said. “This has stretched my last nerve.”

“Oh, Viki, I have to go finish making my deliveries,” teased Clint.

“I don’t think so, man. You are mine,” replied Viki, as she pulled him to her by the buttons on his uniform.

“Watch it, Madame, this is my uniform.”

“Oh, I just love a man in uniform. I like maroon on you, too, and the little gold braids. You look just like Harold Hill in ‘The Music Man.’”

“But I can’t play a note, Viki.”

“You are playing my heartstrings right now, Uniform-Boy.” Viki kissed his lips and nose and nibbled on his ear. He responded by hugging her tightly and leading me walking toward the bed.

“You’re not gonna make me bite these buttons off are you, Clint?” purred Viki.

“No way. I had to pay about 20 bucks as a deposit on this costume,” Clint replied. “I’ll gladly take it off. But I can bite your buttons off, if you want.”

“My Gucci? No thanks, mister, the buttonholes work just fine!”

All of a sudden, it was a race to see who could get all their clothes off first. Viki finished first and yanked back the comforter and sheet before climbing into the bed.

“Oh, Clint, by the way. . .”

“Yes, Viki?” responded Clint.

“You don’t have to be gentle.”

With that they began making love with an aching, burning passion. It was so easy and nice — they were always comfortable with one another. Sure, they’d each had other lovers in their lifetime, but neither had really ever been satisfied by anyone else. Their lives were meant to be lived together, loving and growing as one.

It was 8:30 p.m. and suddenly Viki awoke. She silently crept out of bed and into the bathroom. Calling room to room, she waited for Larry to answer. When the phone rang for the 15th time, she began to worry. Finally, he picked up. Being sleep deprived, he was still groggy. Viki told him he had 30 minutes to get ready before they would meet him in his room to wait for Mark. Then Viki hurriedly took a shower and dressed before she woke Clint.

“Clint, darling, we only have about 15 minutes before we leave to meet Ivan.”

“Not so soon!” Clint protested.

“Yes, hurry! We don’t want Mark walking in on us getting dressed.”

“I locked the door, honey.”

“I know, but let’s not keep Ivan waiting. No use in getting him worked up.”

Viki had finished dressing and curled up in the overstuffed chair. The coffee was really cold by now and looked pathetic in the stainless urn. “Oh, for a microwave,” thought Viki. Viki put feet up under her and tried to get comfortable, all the while admonishing Clint again to move quickly. But she felt a hard object in the chair. Reaching behind her and down amid the cushions, she pulled out a man’s wallet. “Now who’s could this be? It doesn’t look like Clint’s,” thought Viki.

Looking into the wallet, she noticed a driver’s license with Mark’s picture on it. Only the picture didn’t say “Mark Hopkins” or even “Jean-Claude DuBois.” It said “Tim Ryan!”

As Clint came out of the bathroom, he saw the strange look on Viki’s face.

“What’s wrong, Viki? You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something.”

“Definitely something, Clint. Take a look at this! I’m afraid we’ve trusted in the wrong man!”

Viki handed the wallet to Clint and he sat down to look through it.

“Well, it seems the young man has at least 3 names. But ‘Tim Ryan’ is the only name in this wallet. The only thing connecting him to the man we know as ‘Mark’ is his picture. It’s undeniable proof that ‘Tim’ and ‘Mark’ are the same person.”

“What does it mean?” pondered Viki.

“It could mean a lot of different things, honey. Undercover agents carry fake ID’s all the time. They rarely use their own identity — it would be too dangerous. We’ll just have to confront him and get one more issue resolved.”

Viki relaxed a little and began to rub Clint’s neck and shoulders. This kidnapping business was turning out to be very perplexing!

It was almost 9 o’clock when Mark ran up to greet them. He was out of breath and anxious. “Let’s get going. We can’t be late!”

Viki and Clint had decided to keep the latest news about Mark to themselves. They also decided to keep their own ideas about Karen’s whereabouts a secret. Maybe playing their cards close to their vests would work out better. Clint was a firm believer in not telling everything he knew, saving some surprises for later.

Walking toward the elevator, the four fell into silent step. They were all tired and dejected, worried about what the next few moments would bring. None of them could guess what was coming before the night was over — it would be unbelievable.

“Hors d’oeuvres,’ anyone?” offered Ivan. He pointed to a tray of cheese, crackers and caviar. “The champagne is chilled and Jean-Claude will pour. Won’t you, please, Jean-Claude?” “Surely, Dr. Kipling.” Mark took his place at the party table and picked up the champagne from the cooler. The cork popped and fizzy bubbly flowed out of the bottle, which Mark tried to capture in the nearest flute. Not being entirely successful, he took the serving towel and began wiping up the spilled champagne. Then he poured the first full glass and extended it to Viki. “No, thank you, I don’t feel like this is a celebration. I think we all want to hear what you have to say and get on with the business at hand, Ivan.”

“Mrs. Buchanan, there’s no point in letting the best champagne available go to waste, is there? Go ahead, enjoy the fruits of this majestic land.”

“Kipling, leave her alone. If she doesn’t want to drink your lousy champagne, she doesn’t have to,” defended Clint.

“Very well. As you wish,” Kipling responded. “Dr. Wolek, have you prepared the list we discussed?”

“Yes, Kipling, I have. Here it is, ” said Larry pulling it out of his coat pocket. “There are over 30 names on this list. Good luck.”

“Au contraire, my good doctor. It is you who will need the luck. After I have reviewed this list, I will indicate which ones I would like you to contact.”

“Ivan, how do you expect me to get these people?”

“I thought by now you would have figured that out. Perhaps you’re not as resourceful as I’d hoped.”

“Actually, Larry, Clint and I have a plan,” Viki asserted. “We will invite these people to participate in a working seminar and hope that they can’t resist showing off their skills.”

“Ah, now that’s a thought. Yes! I think that will work! Excellent, Victoria,” said Ivan admiringly.

“Well, it remains to be seen, actually. We can try, Kipling, but we can’t promise. It’s not fair to hold Karen on the whims of these doctors,” reasoned Clint.

“But we will never know until you try. I suggest you go to your rooms and wait for my approval on these names. My deepest regrets that you do not choose to join me for supper. I did have an excellent cuisine planned. However, it can wait until another time,” Kipling said, dismissing them.

Mark ushered them out into the hall and spoke softly to them. “You’re free to go. Perhaps it would be a good change of pace for you to go to one of the restaurants downstairs. Maybe take in a show or gamble in the casino.”

“What happens if Ivan calls for us?” asked Larry.

“I can square it with Ivan. Just be back by midnight. I could also have you paged. Just don’t leave the hotel,” Mark responded.

“Let’s get some dinner, Larry. You must be starved,” said Viki.

“It’s okay. But I almost reached out and jerked up that entire tray of cheese. You’re right, I’m starved.”

“Hey, guys, I found this neat restaurant today, ” said Clint with a wink to Viki. “It’s called the Purple Penguin.”

“The purple what? Is it in this hotel?” asked Larry.

“Yes, Viki, I found it this afternoon,” Clint repeated, this time accenting “this afternoon.”

“Oh, yes, I think that would be fine,” Viki said.

The Purple Penguin was actually a little bistro set in the hotel’s basement. There were Mardis Gras masks on the walls and the waiters all wore bright reds, greens, and of course, purples. The food was decidedly French. But there were a few Cajun dishes on the menu, which delighted Clint. “It’s been so long since I had decent Cajun. That’s one thing, besides chicken fried steak, that I just can’t get in Llanview. When I was growing up in Texas, the Cajun food was fantastic. I haven’t had anything this good in ages.” “Glad you like it, honey,” Viki said. “I’m enjoying the Caesar salad. Larry, how’s the chicken?”

“Viki, I was so hungry, I could have eaten cardboard and loved it. But, in fact, the chicken’s really good. I would recommend it.”

“I think it’s time we told Larry about Mark, honey.”

“What about Mark, Viki?”

Viki looked at Clint and Larry could tell that it wasn’t good news. “Well, Larry, it’s like this. We don’t really know Mark, after all.”

“What do you mean, you don’t ‘know’ Mark?”

“I found a wallet in the couch in our suite. Mark had been there waiting for Clint. He must have dropped it.”

“When we looked in it, Larry, there was no ID for a ‘Mark Hopkins.’ But there was ID for a ‘Tim Ryan.’ And no Treasury I.D. card, either.”

“Hmmm, that doesn’t surprise me, Clint,” Larry replied. “I mean, I wouldn’t think that someone undercover, so to speak, would carry their real paperwork, just in case they got caught.”

“But why didn’t he explain ‘Tim Ryan’ to us?” Viki asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s not important,” said Clint.

“And the other news is, Larry, we may have found Karen!”

“You’re just now telling me? How did this happen?” demanded Larry.

Clint launched into an explanation, including all the minute details and emphasizing that he wasn’t sure the woman was really Karen, but it looked promising. He suggested they keep the speculation to themselves, so as to not tip their hand.

“Maybe we can overpower the guards, grab her and get out of here!” Larry enthused.

“No, Larry, Ivan has already convinced me that he is extremely dangerous. He knows everything about our family and how to get to them. There’s nothing we can do to protect them from him. We have to cooperate until we can put him out of commission.”

“I understand that you’re in fear for your family, Viki. That’s how I feel about Karen.”

“You still love her don’t you, Larry?” Viki asked.

“I don’t know, but I certainly don’t want her dead. I would never forgive myself if something happened to her because I didn’t do everything in my power to rescue her.”

“I vote we hold on tight, and keep riding. We can do it, if we hang together,” vowed Clint.

“I certainly hope you’re right. I certainly hope you’re right!”

Mark returned to Ivan’s suite, was determined to learn where Karen was being held. Ivan was going over the names that were on Larry’s list. He made little clucking sounds sometimes, and Mark guessed he was not impressed with the list. Suddenly, Ivan threw the paper across the room and cursed. “I only know a few of these people!” “But, Dr. Kipling, you’ve been gone from Llanview a long time. I think that’s to be expected.” “You imbecile, don’t talk to me. Your speech takes up my air and I can hardly breathe as it is.”

Ivan was definitely in a terrible mood, thought Mark. But maybe if he lost his temper completely, he would find out something. Mark had worked with Ivan for months. But still he had not fully been taken into Ivan’s confidence. While in Brazil, Ivan would disappear for hours, sometimes days, before returning to the apartment in Macao. That left Mark alone for hours. He was researching his own project while Ivan was gone, unbeknownst to Ivan. But while Ivan was in town, Mark ran the errands, cleaned the house, drove the car, did all the things a chauffer/housekeeper would do. It was strange that Ivan would never take Mark with him. Mark always asked or offered to go with Ivan, but he insisted on driving himself. Whenever Ivan drove, Mark knew he was in for a long wait. Nobody ever visited Ivan at the apartment. The neighbors didn’t know him and he refused to get to know them. Mark was virtually alone. Mark also was given the task of recording receipts. He didn’t ever see the checkbook, but Ivan gave him piles of receipts that he categorized. To keep Ivan from getting suspicious, Mark had to pretend to have a difficult time doing this. After all, Mark was a Treasury auditor, an accountant. He could have compiled the reports in record time, but that would alert Ivan. Ivan also conveyed the charitable notion that he was “helping” Mark, grooming him for some job with the “company,” as he called it. But, of course, Mark was interested, so Ivan refused to tell him more.

When Ivan was away, nobody called. Mark couldn’t call out on the house phone because it would show up in the record. His only means of communication with the outside world was via the pay phone at the gas station in the village. But then Mark had precious few people to call. His aunt was dead. He wasn’t required to report to his employers. He couldn’t explain his absence or his lifestyle to any of his friends, or former friends, now. He was alone. He had felt alone for many years. But he was going to change that. Ivan wasn’t the only person who had plans. Mark had been planning, too. Almost as fervently and methodically as Ivan. And he was determined that Ivan was not going to get in his way!

Ivan’s words jolted Mark back to the present and to Monte Carlo. “Jean-Claude! I’ve never known anyone who could make themselves that blank! Would you contact Dr. Wolek and the Buchanans and tell them that I have changed my mind? We will meet for breakfast here tomorrow morning. And I expect them to eat this time!” Ivan’s voice bordered on a scream and Mark knew it was best to just slip out and take care of business. Mixing with Ivan when he was in this mood was not smart.

“Why do I keep that moronic muscleman, anyway? He’s becoming tiresome. I should have dumped him long ago,” thought Ivan. “But there is something rather engaging about him at times. I almost feel sorry for him. Without me, he’d have no one, nowhere to go. I suppose it’s my cross to bear to give him a home. After all, charity does begin at home.”

Ivan’s thoughts soon turned from Jean-Claude to Karen. “Ah, yes, the lovely Karen. I would love to see her tonight, but I don’t dare risk it. There are many who would love to know her whereabouts, but I can’t let my guard down. But I can see her tomorrow, before I let her see her precious Larry.”

Viki and Clint were pleased that they didn’t have to face Ivan again that night. “Every moment I spend with that man gives me the creeps!” shuddered Viki.

“Yeah, it’s like running up on a snake. You want to walk away, but you know if you do, it’ll probably kill you.”

“Another Tex-ism?” Viki grinned.

“You haven’t heard that before?” asked Clint.

“I believe that’s a new one, dear.”

“Well, glad you liked it. Say, what shall we do? Want to go dancing? I’m ready to twirl you around!”

“Any other time and I would just jump at the chance. Clint, I want to go to the suite. Maybe we can listen to some music and relax.”

“Sounds good. Will you be all right, Larry? I hate to leave you, but I guess it’s that time of night.”

“That’s OK, Clint, I understand,” Larry replied. “I believe that jet lag hit me worse than ever before. But could I ask you to do one more thing before you turn in?”

“Yes, Larry?”

“Take me to Karen’s room.”

“Oh, Larry, I don’t think that is a good idea. If you start something, I’m gonna have to help you finish it and I’m not ready for a fight tonight.”

“Clint, I promise. I won’t do anything foolish. I just want to see the door. If everything’s quiet, I’ll feel better.”

Clint looked at Viki and they both shrugged. Viki couldn’t bear to say “no.” After all, she had her true love right there with her. Larry was so worried about Karen. Everyone was worried.

“OK, let’s go. Viki, can you get to the room by yourself?”

“Not on your life, Clint Buchanan. I’m going. I’m not going to be left behind again. You end up in some of the craziest situations when I’m not with you.”

“I end up in the craziest situations when I am with you. But OK. That way we can both keep an eye on Larry.”

Clint grinned at Viki and the three of them started toward the bank of elevators that would take them to the sixth floor.

Not knowing what to say, no one said anything until the doors opened and Clint pointed the way. When they were almost to the end of the hall, they heard a woman scream. It wasn’t just an ordinary scream, though, it was a bloodcurdling 3000 decibel scream that rocked the otherwise quiet hallway. Frozen in their tracks, all three watched in amazement as a door flew open and a woman stumbled into the hall, hysterical and out of control.

The lady, obviously very distraught, fell into the open arms of Dr. Larry Wolek. Being a calm and collected person, he proceeded to attempt to soothe her ruffled feathers.

“Whoa, it’s okay. Hold on to me. We can help you.”

“There’s . . . there’s a man out on my balcony! I think he’s been in my bedroom. Please help me.”

Clint entered the suite of rooms and gave a cursory examination of the living room. It was a rather large suite and extended further than the Buchanans.’ Walking lightly, but quickly, he crossed over to the door he thought must lead to the bedroom. The door was open, but there were no lights on. Outside the living area was the terrace which was similar to but larger than most.

“Viki,” Clint called out, “stay with the woman and ask Larry to monitor this room and the terrace while I check out the bedroom.”

Larry was still encouraging the distressed woman, but made his way into the bedroom upon hearing Clint’s request. Viki stayed with her and noticed that she was much calmer than before.

After Clint’s return, he announced that no one was still in any part of the suite. Larry ushered the two women into the living area and suggested they sit down.

“We should call the police or, at least, house security,” decided Clint.

As he was picking up the phone, the woman shrieked, “No, no police! And do not inform the hotel of this incident, please.”

“But why? You were lucky to have seen him. He might decide to come back,” asked Viki.

“No, I will be all right.” The woman began to shake again and tears started rolling down her face.

“What’s your name? Mrs. . . ?”

“My name is Monique Chatterly. I cannot thank you all enough for what you have done. I will be fine. If you will only stay a few more minutes, I think I can compose myself.”

“I really do think you should report this, Mrs. Chatterly,” insisted Clint. “Someone else may be victimized, as well. Maybe they have a chance of catching this intruder, if we tell them now.”

“No, I really couldn’t do that. There are reasons, complicated reasons, why I must maintain my privacy.”

“Well, flying out that door and screaming like a banshee won’t allow you any privacy. We thought you’d been shot!” said Clint.

Larry had been quiet, but then agreed with Monique. “I think you’ll be fine. If you think you can sleep, though, is another matter.”

“By the way,” asked Viki curiously, “was anything taken?”

“Well, I wouldn’t know. I looked around, but nothing looked disturbed. Mrs. Chatterly, perhaps you should go in the bedroom and verify that nothing has been stolen,” Clint suggested.

“My jewels! Oh, my goodness, I forgot about my jewels. I got them from the hotel safe this afternoon.” Monique jumped up from the settee and was followed by the other three into the bedroom. Monique, going straight to the bathroom, let out a huge sigh of relief. “I can’t believe they’re all here! What a relief! This is wonderful news.”

“Why, yes, it is,” agreed Viki.

Clint pulled Larry aside and told him he was suspicious of the woman’s behavior. “Don’t you think it’s a bit odd that she wouldn’t let us contact the police?”

“I guess so, but she explained that she needed her privacy. Still. . . it does make me wonder.”

“Did you happen to notice what room this is? It’s 673, the room adjoining where I think Karen is.”

“Clint, do you think she’s really in there?”

“Well, I’d bet my last tuxedo she is or was. If Ivan got onto us, she could be anywhere by now. Why don’t we see what we can find out from this side?”

“You mean try to break through from the adjoining room?”

“Or maybe the terrace. That’s probably how this intruder got in. Follow my cue, I’ll try to buy us time.”

“Viki, honey, why don’t you order some coffee from room service? Larry and I will check again on the terrace for clues.”

“That’s a good idea. Except I think hot tea would be more in order for Mrs. Chatterly,” called Viki from the bedroom.

“This is an old trick I learned when I was a kid. You know I left home as a teenager. Times sure got tough once in a while, so I would break in some place to crash for the night. Got kinda good at it, too. I never really broke anything, though. I prided myself in leaving everything just the way I’d found it. If there was any work I could do, like raking up hay or picking up trash, I’d do it, just to try to repay the folks.” Clint worked on the lock of the adjoining door, but it was slow in giving.

Larry walked out onto the terrace. After sizing up the gap between him and the next-door terrace, he started hoping that Clint would be successful with the door. It was a good 25 feet. He didn’t think they could master that without a rope or a cable. Six floors was a little too far to fall, in his opinion. Not seeing any other choice, he went back to Clint’s side and was thrilled when he heard the “click” of the lock opening. Both men looked up and stared at one another. Had someone on the other side heard the “click”? They waited. They were anxious, but they didn’t want Mrs. Chatterly to come out into the living room and see what they’d done. Turning the handle ever so quietly, Clint pushed open the door a tiny crack. It was dark inside the room. He pushed the door farther. The hinges made a creak and both men jumped slightly. Stillness, darkness. He pushed some more. More darkness. Ready to charge, they each took different sides and leaped into the room. Still no noise, no alarm from the occupants. Their eyes adjusting to the dimness, Clint noticed that moonlight was streaming in from the terrace doors. No other lights were on.

“Dare we turn on some lights?” asked Clint.

“Yes, of course. Karen could be tied up and gagged.”

They systematically searched the suite of rooms and found nothing! Not a single shred of evidence existed that anyone had been there. Larry, frustrated, ran to the hallway door of the suite, yanked it open and sunk into despair when he saw the “671″ on it.

“I guess they’ve moved her, Larry. Sorry.”

“Hey, fellows, what are you doing?” asked Viki, in her normal tone.

Clint stifled the urge to shush her, realizing there was no reason for whispering. “Oh, nothing, we were just looking. Thought maybe the intruder came from in here.”

“Well, did he?”

“I rather doubt it, Viki. There doesn’t seem to be any sign of breaking and entering here, either.”

Larry walked back into Mrs. Chatterly’s bedroom to check on her. “Mrs. Chatterly, don’t forget, I’m a doctor. If you think you need something for sleep, please call me. You’ve had a serious upset and I would hate to see you miss your rest.”

“Please, call me Monique. Thank you, Larry, but under the circumstances, I don’t think I want to sleep too soundly. I will probably hear every little noise, but that will keep me alert.”

“These hotel rooms are not as secure as they should be. Clint and I have made the rounds and locked all the locks. I don’t think anyone will try anything tonight. If you need me, call my room.”

“You have all been so gracious. Someday I must share my problems with you. But I don’t think that would be very fair, considering all you done for me.”

After everyone said their good nights, Larry and the Buchanans went back to their perspective rooms to get some rest. Mark had arranged to pick them up the next morning at nine for the breakfast meeting.

Viki said, as she was changing, “I told you would get into some kind of trouble tonight!”

“And I said you’d be there and you were. But that’s OK, I needed you there.” Clint watched admiringly as Viki pulled her negligee from the antique dresser.

“Are you going to wear that?” asked Clint.

“Well, I don’t know. I guess that all depends on you. Don’t you like it? It’s peach.”

“Peaches are a favorite of mine. Peach fruit, peach skin, peach nighties. Yeah, I like peach a whole lot.”

“So do you want me to wear it or not?” She was standing there holding it up to her body.

“Sure, for now, anyway. Why don’t you put it on and I’ll take it off?”

Viki grinned and pulled the negligee over her head. Clint came over to her, took her in his arms and hugged her tightly. “I love you, Viki.”

“I love you, too, Clint.”

“Really? You’re not just saying that?”

“Why, yes, I am saying that. I love you with all my heart. Just like always, only more.”

“More than yesterday?”

“Yes, more than yesterday and even more tomorrow.”

“I don’t think I deserve you, Viki.”

“Why would you say that? You love me and I love you. We have children together. We laugh together. We always think of each other first. That’s what love is. If you don’t deserve me, then I really don’t deserve you. You’ve always had to lift me up, carry me across, help me through, do all those things I couldn’t do by myself.”

“It just seems incredible to me that you should love me.”

“Oh, Clint, who wouldn’t love you? You’re the perfect man, a perfect husband, father and all around gentleman.” With this, Viki’s eyes welled up with tears and one giant teardrop rolled down her beautiful face.

“Oh, no, I made you cry. I’m so sorry, honey. Don’t cry.”

“Clint, these are tears of joy. Whenever I think about you, I just feel so grateful that I fill up inside with even more love for you. You’re all I’ll ever need!”

Clint was holding her tightly now, fearing that if he let her go, she’d slip through his hands. He looked into her luminous eyes and kissed away the tears that she claimed were tears of joy. He prayed that nothing would ever come between them again. They had come so far to get here, they would never give it up.

Once again, the bed became their banquet table of love. Their feasting was so passionate that they exploded in rapture. Feeling suspended in time, each sizzling moment accelerated until they realized their desire was truly insatiable. Their love would last forever, it would never die.

“I’m hungry.”

“Me, too.”

“Is there anything to eat around here?”

“Clint, not this time of night, you’ll have bad dreams.”

“OK. Are you sure there isn’t anything to eat?”

“Let’s see. I have some sugar substitute in my purse. I think there’s a mint from the restaurant. Nope, I guess not.”

“What about that stuff you bought the other day?”

“The picnic stuff? I don’t think anything’s left. The wine, maybe. Oh, there’s some honey in that tote bag.”

“That sounds good. Anything to put it on?”

Viki just looked at him and finally said, “Not unless you count me.”

“Is that an invitation?”

“Let’s just say that if you can find the honey, you’ve found something to put it on.”

The next morning, Viki awoke and turned over to lean on her elbow. Looking up at Clint, she saw a sweet smile on his handsome, sexy face. Being alone with him in the morning was one of her favorite pastimes. Just watching him sleep was so incredibly nice. She was so happy, it was all she could do to keep from touching him. His hair was a little tousled so she couldn’t resist running her fingers through it. His eyelids squinched up and he smiled an even bigger smile.

“Who’s that here in my bed?”

“You mean who’s here in your “sticky” bed? The woman who let you pour honey all over her, that’s who.”

“Help me, I can’t open my eyes!”

“Hmm, they must be stuck. Let me kiss them open.” Viki reached up and gently kissed his eyelids, then his nose and then his mouth.

“You do taste good, sweetheart. I always liked calling you ‘Honey.’ Just seems to fit your personality. Sweet, golden, perfect. Honey is one of the most perfect foods.”

“And sticky, sticky, sticky. I’m going to get up or rather scrape myself out of this bed and jump in the shower.”

“OK, I’ll bring the honey and come with you.”

“Not on your life, cowboy. The honey gets saved for another day. But you can share the shower.”

“I think you need help reaching some of those sticky spots, too.” Clint kissed the tip of her nose and crawled out of the bed. Picking up the peach negligee, he said, “At least your peach nightie isn’t sticky!”

Ivan had everything arranged in his suite for the group to have breakfast. There were 6 place settings, one each for Ivan, Mark, Viki, Clint and Larry. As the group entered, they each took a seat, all of them noticing the empty place. “Dr. Wolek, I’ve reviewed your list and have approved most of them for invitation. Right after breakfast, you can begin contacting them and arranging their itineraries. I have changed the time table so that we should all expect to be in Brazil in 2 weeks. Contacting them might take two days, maybe less, if you’re efficient. Mrs. Buchanan, I’m sure you’d be available for Dr. Wolek’s assistance?”

“Why, yes, I suppose so, Larry, if you need me.”

“Thanks, Viki, I might need someone to make notes and such, maybe locate some people. Look here, Kipling, when are you going to let us see Karen? What have you done with her?”

“She’s fine. Why must I keep repeating myself? In fact, as a little incentive, I’ve planned a little surprise for you. You must be wondering why there is an extra setting for breakfast. It’s because I’ve arranged for Karen to join us this morning.”

A collective gasp was heard around the table. Mark said, “Should I go after her, Ivan?”

“No, thank you, Mark, she is on her way now.”

Mark stood up and walked to the door, opened it and looked straight into the face of Karen Wolek. He stammered, “Good Morning, Mrs. Wolek.”

The woman was quiet. Her hair was long and light brown, with frosted highlights. She was medium height and had an average build.

“Karen, is it really you?” Larry was the first among her old friends to break the silence. Rushing over to her, he hugged her tightly. She didn’t respond, but was still and silent.

Viki rushed over, too, anxious to see if Karen was indeed alright. Karen didn’t push her away, but she didn’t react like someone greeting an old friend.

Clint stood back, nodded to Karen and watched Kipling, who was enjoying the little reunion. The gleam in his eyes was unmistakable. He was pleased with himself and was looking forward to the charade he had planned. Clint saw this and wondered if Karen had been drugged. Karen had never been this sedate.

“Why don’t we all sit and enjoy our breakfast?” mandated Kipling.

Embarrassed by Karen’s lack of enthusiasm and a desire to not create more tension, Viki, Clint and Larry sat down and began to eat. No one spoke — a pall had fallen over the table. Karen, in her zombie-like trance, was eating and sometimes smiling, but was not communicative.

After breakfast, Ivan sent them back to their assigned places. Viki, Clint and Larry went to the Buchanan suite again. Karen was escorted separately to an undisclosed location. Mark tried to accompany Karen and her guard, but was rebuffed by Ivan. Later, he slipped away from Ivan and vowed to find her.

“This is incredible. I feel sure that Karen is being drugged. She would never react to us that way!” steamed Larry.

“But Larry, maybe that’s good. Maybe she won’t cause any trouble for herself. I just hope they haven’t hurt her.”

“Viki, if I find out that they have, I will kill them all!”

“Really, she does look good. She’s not bruised up or anything.”

“We’ve got to get on with the project and get her out of his clutches,” Clint interjected. “Larry, you and Viki start contacting the doctors on your list. I think I’m going to call my good friend who’s a travel agent and see if I can’t get a group rate, etc., on taking these guys to Brazil.”

“Couldn’t we take the Buchanan jet, darling?” asked Viki.

“I hate to tie it up. We may need it here to get away or something. I’ll discuss it with Sid and see what we can do. Do you think space for 30 will do it?”

“I don’t have a clue, Clint. If 15 doctors will agree to come and bring one assistant or nurse, then we’ll be very fortunate.”

“What if you promise them airfare, accommodations, meals?”

“It will have to be more than that. They have to leave their practice, the chance to make more money.”

“So what if we offer them $5000 for the week? Would that do?”

“Clint, that’s awfully generous. We might get by on $2000, depending on their moods. I’ll just have to see. I notice Ivan wants 3 plastic surgeons, 3 internists, 2 orthopedists, 2 neurologists, 3 anesthesiologists, 1 dermatologist and 1 allergist.”

“That sounds a little strange, doesn’t it? I mean, why would Nazi criminals need those kind of doctors?”

“I guess to raise their quality of life. They must be exiled, having no medical attention at all.”

After spending most of the day in the suite, planning strategies and making calls, Viki and Larry took a late afternoon break. Ivan had left them alone, sending lunch through room service and only one message: “Dinner tonight at eight. My place.”

“Oh, no, not again. Larry, I can’t stand to be around the man! He’s vile and loathsome. I don’t believe he’s ever had a shred of compassion.”

“Or decency. Need I remind you that he tried to kill me? He’s despicable. I have a hard time reconciling myself to the fact that I’m actually helping this bastard!”

“It’s for a good cause, though, Larry. I mean, Karen’s life is worth anything.”

“Of course it is, Viki. But down deep inside, I’m still skeptical that I’m helping. It’s all so complicated.”

“It’ll be over soon, I hope. I hate watching this tear you apart. We’ve been friends almost all our lives so what hurts you, hurts me. I want to see you happy and healthy. Larry, why haven’t you gotten serious about anyone since Laurel?”

“I’ve tried, but it just doesn’t work. I throw myself into medicine, I try to live a good life. But I still love Karen. Now I’ve admitted it. You pulled it out of me.” For the first time that day, Larry smiled a little smile. He was thinking of all the wonderful times he and Karen had. But they’d had their share of problems, even more than most.

“There must be lots of nurses that would love to date you, Larry. Aren’t you interested?”

“I really am, but not enough to pursue it. Oh, I ‘ve dated, but somehow I always end up talking about Karen, the divorce, etc. I think I bored most of them to death. When they didn’t seem interested, I buried myself in my work again.”

“I had always hoped that you and Renee would become a couple. She’s such a lovely person, smart, sensitive and really beautiful.”

“Renee? Are you kidding? Really?”

“Of course Renee. And why not?”

“Viki, she’s never been interested in me! Not in a country mile. She’s always been hung up on Asa, you know that.”

“Asa doesn’t know what he wants. Even if Renee would have him, which I doubt, Asa is so bull-headed. I do think Renee could make you happy.”

“I admire Renee. She’s a great businesswoman, a really good friend to have when you’re in trouble and she’s a fabulously generous person. She’s given great sums of money to the hospital.”

“So what’s the problem?”

“Viki! I just told you I was in love with Karen. Didn’t you hear me?”

“But what if it doesn’t work out? For all you know, she could be in love with someone that we don’t know about. You can’t keep waiting for her.”

“Yes, I can until she says otherwise. I have to give it a chance. We did it before, and I’m willing to try again.”

“OK, I hope it works out. By the way, have you heard from Monique?”

“No, and you know what? There’s no Monique Chatterly registered at this hotel! I called just a few moments ago while you were in the ladies’ room.”

“What do you make of that?” asked Viki.

“I don’t know what to think. Perhaps she registered under a fake name and left in a hurry. I thought it was strange she didn’t let us know, but then she doesn’t really owe us any explanations. Hopefully, she’s safe. That’s all we can do.”

“What do you think her big secret was?”

“I have a suspicion, Viki, that she was hiding from her husband. Once, she said that her husband would be really mad if he caught her in Monte Carlo. Maybe she’s a battered wife. Something was definitely wrong.”

“Well, I just wish her good luck.”

“I wonder how Clint’s doing.”

“I think the business center is keeping him fairly busy, sending and getting faxes and schedules from the airlines. He’ll call or come up when he’s finished.”

Mark was determined to find Karen. He was convinced that she knew something about Ivan’s operation. He didn’t know how long Ivan had been in touch with Karen before he snatched her, but he could have told her something.

Following Ivan had been tricky. Ivan was used to being extremely careful. He took several flights of stairs down to the casino and disappeared into the large crowd. Lots of people were in the casino this afternoon because a carnival celebration was just getting underway. All of Monte Carlo was partying, and the Pink Giraffe was no exception. People were milling about, drinking and talking loudly. Most were dressed in costumes. The party-goers wore garish garb, strange get-ups, like playing cards and animals. It was like the whole casino was one hallucinatory game. It further frustrated Mark that he had lost Ivan in the crowd. He was sure Ivan hadn’t caught on that he was following him. But then Ivan had a sixth sense for that sort of thing. Maybe he did know Mark was following him, after all.

“Honey, I’m home!” laughed Clint. He had come up to the suite after a full day of arranging things with phone calls to travel agents, bankers and transportation drivers.

“How’d you make out, Larry?”

“Pretty well, I think. I was able to talk 12 doctors into coming. And of course, I couldn’t have done it without your wife. She is one slick manipulator!”

“Boy, don’t I know it,” replied Clint.

“You guys stop it. I didn’t do anything.”

“That was a great idea you had for working with the Hospital Auxiliary. Many of the volunteers are doctors’ wives. Once we had the wives hooked, the husbands followed. Great piece of persuasion.”

“I knew she could do it,” said Clint. “Is Ivan going to be satisfied with just the 12?”

“Probably not, but that’s all we have. I truthfully hope that we don’t have to do this tomorrow. My stomach’s in knots. I feel like I’ve betrayed the whole medical community.”

“Not so, Larry,” argued Clint. “No matter what we think of these people, or patients, they deserve medical treatment, right? You wouldn’t deny one of them treatment if they showed up at Llanview Hospital, would you?”

“Of course not. But I don’t know, I have a bad feeling about it. Thanks, though, for trying to cheer me up. I appreciate the thought.”

Dinner at Ivan’s wasn’t exactly what anyone wanted, even Mark. But Larry was excited about the possibility of seeing Karen again. As luck would have it, Karen wasn’t there. And neither was Ivan. Eating in his suite, with Mark playing host, was an excruciating experience. Every sound made someone jump. Each was expecting Ivan to bust through the door, holding Karen by the hair, demanding some unreasonable course of action from them.

“Did Ivan tell you why he wouldn’t be eating with us tonight?”

“No, Viki, he didn’t. Just that he was unavoidably detained and for me to entertain, as usual. Funny, I don’t seem to be doing too great a job. Guess I’m just a failure at making you guys feel comfortable.”

“Speaking of uncomfortable, Mark, or is it Jean-Claude, or maybe it’s even Tim Ryan. . .When are you going to start telling us the truth?” asked Clint.

“Uh oh, how long have you known?”

“I found your wallet on the couch in our room,” explained Viki.

“Seriously? I didn’t even know it was missing!”

“Easy to lose track of identities when you have so many, huh?” asked Clint.

“I can explain. But let me save some of the facts for another time. What I told you was basically correct, except I no longer work as a government agent. I quit the U.S. Treasury Department to pursue this case. My superiors wouldn’t support me and I had a personal interest in learning more about Ivan Kipling. I can’t tell you any more. I am on your side, though. I think Ivan is a terrible man, especially learning what I have about him since we met. I want to see the job finished. Who knows? Maybe I can even get my job back after all this is over.”

“You can see why we feel betrayed, can’t you?” asked Larry.

“Certainly, Larry, but there’s nothing I can do about it. Not yet. All will be revealed, I assure you. Just let me work it out and everyone will be safe.”

Larry asked, “Did you ever find Karen. Do you think she’s okay?”

“Yes, I think she’s OK. No, I didn’t find her. I’m not giving up. You’ll see.”

“Do we have to stay here?” Clint was beginning to push back his chair.

“I don’t see why you should. Ivan won’t be back this evening. Either go back to your plans or enjoy yourselves in the casino. Tonight is the beginning of Carnival. There should be plenty of partying. I’ll come for you in the morning, if Ivan instructs me to.”

Viki and Clint rose from the table and left the room. “Let’s go change before we go downstairs, Clint. It’ll only take a minute.”

“Okay, I guess it’s back to the Purple Peacock after that.”

“Not again! How many times in one week can you eat Cajun food?” Viki smiled as she went into the bathroom to change and put on more perfume.

“As many times as I can get it. I think I’ll sit down and shut my eyes. Just for a minute.”

“Oh, you poor darling. You can shut them, but don’t go to sleep. I’ll be right out.”

That was the last thing Clint remembered Viki saying to him. He awoke suddenly, his chin falling from his upturned hand. How long had it been, he wondered. The night was dark, the stars illuminated against the velvety sky. The moon winked at him, just like it knew what Clint was thinking. No Viki on the terrace, nor in the bathroom or bedroom. Where was she? He picked up the phone and called Larry’s room, but he didn’t answer. Trying not to panic, Clint thought perhaps she just went out for a soda or a snack. He must have fallen asleep and didn’t hear her leave. Glancing at his watch, he saw that it was 10:30! How could he have slept that long? Why would Viki have let him when she told him not to fall asleep?

The phone rang and jangled his nerves. Racing to it, he said, “Viki!”

But it wasn’t Viki. It was a man’s voice.

“Oh, so you have noticed that she’s not in the suite? Tell me, how long did you sleep, Mr. Buchanan?”

“Ivan, this isn’t funny. What have you done with her? Where is she? If you hurt her, you’re dead!”

“Whether she remains unharmed is up to you. I have devised a method by which you can ‘win’ back your precious Viki. But you will have to do as I say. You know that I am very short of funds for this project. I thought we could wager a bet to make it interesting. I will win the money for the plans I have from you, Clint.”

“Why are you doing this? You are a madman. I should have never agreed to play ball with you. You are a disgusting cretin.”

“Now, now, Clint, calling me names is not going to result in either one of us getting what we want. Pay attention closely now.”

“I’m listening. I hate it when you say that!”

“Go to the 13th floor casino. There is a ‘Big Wheel’ game going on there. You know the game. There are denominations of bills on the squares of the table and some numbers, too. Several of the squares have been changed. The stakes are high, Mr. Buchanan. Perhaps higher than you’ve ever risked before.”

“You bastard! Don’t mess with me, I’m telling you. If you don’t release Viki right now, you will have hell to pay!”

“Don’t try to beat me at my own game, Clint, I’m too good at it. See you upstairs.”

Clint grabbed his cell phone and wished he still had the gun Mark had allowed Viki to snatch. Thoughts, bad thoughts, were running through his head. Would he be able to save Viki? Where was she? Getting onto the elevator, he noticed there was no 13th floor! Thinking quickly, he went to the 14th floor and headed for the stairwell. Many hotels do not label the 13th floor as such. His only thought was that this hotel must have a 13th floor which was not used for guest accommodation and was, therefore a safe haven for the few who knew of its existence. Taking the stairs two at a time, he came upon two sets of double doors. He listened intently, but heard very little except a buzzing sound. Silently opening the fire doors, he entered into a dimly lit ballroom. The atmosphere was macabre and eerie. There was music and people were dancing. Everyone was in costume, as in the downstairs casino. How strange! He walked through the dance floor and saw some gaming tables toward the center of the room. There was blackjack, poker and baccarat. Toward the far side, though, was a big wheel. And there, strapped by her ankles and wrists on the spinning wheel was Viki! Ivan was using her as the center of the revolving game!

He couldn’t believe it! People were standing all around, laughing and talking! No one seemed to think it was strange that a woman was strapped to the big wheel. He made a motion to the dealer, but he was ignored. He tried to get behind the table, but a pit boss was there and wouldn’t let him. He raised up his fist to deck the guy, but two uniformed men pulled him away and restrained him. Pushing through the crowd, Ivan Kipling came strutting toward Clint and the big wheel.

“Kipling, get her down from there!” Clint was appalled at the lack concern over his wife’s safety and dignity. No one seemed to think it odd that Viki was hanging there, helpless and mortified.

Ivan, in a booming voice, announced, “May I introduce Mr. Clint Buchanan and his lovely wife, Victoria! Buchanans, this is the 13th Floor! Where all the hideous and unscrupulous come to play! We’re not normal here, in fact, we strive with every fiber of our being to be abnormal. Let the games begin!”

The partying and laughter, drinking and dancing resumed and everyone seemed to be oblivious with Ivan’s description of their play land. Costumed bodies danced and drank, betting wildly and losing with great abandon. They cavorted and became a wall between Clint and Viki. He couldn’t get to her, couldn’t help her. He was desperate now, searching for any shred of decency that still might inhabit the souls of these fools. He found none, but he did find a microphone.

Jumping up onto a poker table and grabbing the microphone from the cabaret singer, he challenged Ivan, “Kipling, I won’t rest until you tell us what you want and let Viki go. I swear to God that you will pay for this game of humiliation. You will pay for the mockery you have made of the Buchanans.”

“Clint, I didn’t expect you to handle the situation so well. Lesser men would have fallen apart. Very well, I will accept the challenge. But the games must begin. Meet me at the big wheel,” he said from across the room.

“You must place a bet on every number that you expect the wheel to land. If the square is covered, Viki will be spared. If not, she will die!”

“Kipling, you’re out of your mind! You can’t kill Viki! Don’t spin her around like a doll, get her off that board!”

“Oh, and I forgot, anyone else can bet the squares you don’t. And if they win, they win Viki. To be fair, if the winner doesn’t want her, then the challenge will be between you and them. Winner take all.”

“This is madness. Viki, are you alright? I’m going to get you down!”

“Mrs. Buchanan has been given a sedative. Do you think I’m actually that cruel?” With this statement the crowd roared with laughter. Their cackling rang in his ears and he thought he would go mad. There was nowhere to turn. Where was Larry? If only someone would help him. He was struggling, but he couldn’t fight a whole room.

“Each bet is $500. Everyone place your bets!” cried Ivan.

Clint raced closer to the table and pulled out his wallet. He had $1500 in it. Usually he didn’t carry that kind of money, but he had intended to gamble. He had no idea that he would be gambling on the life of his most precious friend. He was desolate and heartbroken.

“There must be over 20 squares on this table, Kipling. I don’t have a chance. Not with the money in my pocket.”

“Then I suppose you will have to write a check. Banker!”

The teller came from behind the window and brought trays and trays of chips.

“Is Mr. Buchanan’s check good here, Banker?”

“If you say so, Dr. Kipling. I have $50,000 here at your disposal.”

“Good, I’m sure Mr. Buchanan will need it.”

Writing a check, Clint grabbed the trays and started putting the $100 chips in stack of 5 on the squares that weren’t taken. Even so, he was pitifully behind. There were many stacks that didn’t belong to him.

The wheel was spun by the croupier and Viki went round and round. It was merciless and cruel. Clint ached in agony as she spun. Thankfully, the wheel stopped while she was somewhat in an upright position.

“The number is 50!” cried the croupier.

Someone in the crowd screamed and came bounding forward, expecting to claim his “prize”.

Kipling got in the young man’s face, “You want to challenge Mr. Buchanan to a one-on-one, isn’t that correct?”

“Of, course, Ivan, don’t think I would spoil the fun, do you?”

“Place your bets, Mssrs.”

Clint and the young man stood toe to toe, waiting for the spin, having placed their chips on the table. If Clint didn’t win this one, it was over!

“The number is 35!” This time, 35 was one of Clint’s numbers.

“Get her down, I’ve won, she comes down!”

“Not until we’ve bet one last time!” shrieked Ivan. He clearly didn’t like that Clint had won.

“Clint, Clint, where are you anyway?”

“Huh? Oh, I guess I must have been asleep. No I was in the middle of a nightmare! Why didn’t you wake me up, Viki?”

“Slow down, darling, take a breath. What are you so upset about?”

Clint was loosening his tie and rubbing the back of his neck. The sweat was pouring off his brow and he was getting physically sick to his stomach. Running into the bathroom, he stood there, trying to slow his breathing.

“My goodness, you don’t look good, Clint.” Startled, Viki wet a washcloth and ran it over his face and neck.

Taking her hands, he put them around him and slipped his own arms around her waist. He held onto her for a long time, before he spoke.

“I just had the most terrible, horrifying dream. I can’t even begin to describe it. In fact, I don’t want to talk about it. Not yet, it’s too real.”

“Oh, Darling, it’s fine now. You’re okay. You do feel warm, though. I hope you’re not getting sick.”

“I’m going to be okay. I was so scared, Viki.”

“But it was just a dream so why don’t you come back into the bedroom and lie down. We don’t have to go out. You’re too upset to be around strangers.”

“Sounds great. I agree.”

“Wow, if you agree to give up Cajun, it could be serious.”

“I’m serious about you.”

Walking with Clint over to the bed, she took off his jacket. First, she unbuttoned his shirt.

Then she took off his shoes and socks. She pushed him slightly onto the bed. Rubbing his feet with gentle touches, she heard him moan. He was tired, but he wanted her, wanted to love her. Stroking his forehead soothingly, she was hoping to relieve the tension there.

She crawled on top of him and covered his face and neck with small kisses, sweet and tender.

“Oh, Viki, you are just the medicine I need. I…..thought I had lost you.”

“Silly boy, you couldn’t lose me,” declared Viki, as she continued to kiss him. She loved the spot right behind his ear and nibbled there.

“I hope not. I sure tried hard not to. But I’m exhausted, Sweetheart. I feel like I’ve marched a million miles.”

“No problem, I can handle this job. You can blame it on the suspenders.”

As he relaxed even more, she massaged his chest and lied down by his side. The shirt was still on but she got the front suspenders off. As the zipper of his pants yielded easily, Viki got more and more excited with the prospect of things to come. Breathless and eager, she took him over and over again to an undeniable high. Their love exploded in the room like a pressurized rocket that amazed them. A rocket that took them to the sun, the moon and the stars. And the pleasure they both felt was sensual and unrestrained.

Larry was wondering what had happened to Clint and Viki. But they hadn’t made any real plans, so he assumed they were taking care of themselves. He ordered dinner in because he really couldn’t face a night in the casino alone. Alone. That was the biggest word Larry had to face. He didn’t like it, but after all these years, he was comfortable with it. Especially, if the alternative was to be in a great mix of people. Sometimes he could take it, for hospital functions and such, but normally, he shied away from things like that.

Drinking for the first time by himself, he fell into a nostalgic mood. Nothing extraordinary under the circumstances, but hurtful, none the less.

All at once, I finally took a moment and I’m realizing that

You’re not coming back, and it finally hit me all at once.

Karen, where are you and why did you have to leave?

All at once, I started counting teardrops and at least a million fell

My eyes began to swell and all my dreams were shattered all at once.

I had such hopes for us, Karen, why couldn’t you share my dreams?

Ever since I met you, you’re the only love I’ve known

And I can’t forget you, so I must face it all alone.

You left me all alone, and I can’t get over you!

All at once, I’m drifting on a lonely sea, wishing you’d come back to me

And that’s all that matters now.

I’m here, far from home, trying to find you and wanting you so badly.

All at once, I’m drifting on a lonely sea, holding on to memories,

And it hurts me more than you know, so much more than it shows.

I’ve lived my life, since you left, holding on to our memories, Karen.

All at once, I looked around and found that you were with another love

In someone else’s arms and all my dreams were shattered all at once.

Karen, you ran off with Steve, but I still love you and want you in my life!

All at once, the smile that you used to greet me, brightens someone else’s day

He took your smile away and left me with just memories, all at once.

I forgive you for leaving me for another man. Come back to me!

The bittersweet smile on his face betrayed all his feelings. The longer he stayed in Monaco, the more he wanted Karen. He wanted her back in his life and living in Llanview. Was that too much to ask? He would try to be more attentive and forgiving. He was a rich doctor now, he could make her happy. And he didn’t even care if she hadn’t changed. He had matured, he knew what to expect and he would handle it better this time. Life wasn’t easy

for a doctor, but he knew he had opportunities to slow down, he just hadn’t taken them. He would for Karen. They would spend time together, learn about each other.

Mark knocked on the door and Larry let him in.

“Any news about Karen?”

“You sure are hung up on that woman, aren’t you?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes, I am concerned about her. She has been captive for God knows how long. And probably drugged out of her mind. We don’t know if she’s been hurt or psychologically damaged.”

“You’re right, Larry, I didn’t mean to make light of it. She should be our prime focus now. Since you’ve done such a great job recruiting, we may see the end of this soon. ”

“Personally, I can’t wait until it’s finished. And then I’m going to knock Kipling half-way to the moon.”

“And I’ll knock him the rest of the way. The man is a real jerk. He’s not winning any friends here.”

“Mark, you don’t have any clue to where they’re hiding her?”

“Well, I thought I had narrowed down the location, but then the next day, they had moved. If I had only had a little more time, I could have gotten to her.”

Larry didn’t offer any ideas on the subject, because he didn’t want Mark to know about the incident in 673. Monique had still not contacted him, so he assumed that she was gone for good. And also their chances for finding Karen.

The evening and night passed and Viki and Clint awoke to a glorious sunshiny day. Ordering their usual terrace breakfast, they relaxed and drank coffee.

“Thanks for last night, Viki.”

“Oh, it was my pleasure,” she said grinning. “You really seemed to perk up after awhile. Guess you got your stamina back, huh?”

Laughing, Clint said,” Yeah, it was hard work, but somebody had to do it. Anyway, it was a glorious night, that I hope we repeat again and again.”

“I promise. You’ll always have my undying love and devotion, Sweetheart.”

“Don’t talk about dying! I’m still not over that crazy dream. But I’m still starving.”

“No wonder. We missed dinner last night and we put out the energy, too. Should I call room service again?”

“Nah, I’ll just nibble on your ears, if it gets unbearable. That will take my mind of being hungry anyway.”

They were looking only at each other. Her beautiful eyes and delightful smile were just the beginning of the reasons why he was first attracted to her. She was strong-willed and smart and definitely not willing to put up with crap from anybody. He liked that, he wanted her independent in spirit. He also liked to be right beside her, helping her when and if she needed him. He felt their relationship was a two-way street and he hoped she felt that way, too.

Larry knocked on the door and Clint let him in.

“Good morning, Larry.”

“Clint, I’ve got a question for you. How soon can you get the transportation ready? I’ve got 18 doctors, plus their assistants. I’m going to ask Ivan, no demand, that we go through with the plan, as is. If he agrees, I want those guys here PDQ!”

“If you can get him to agree, I can furnish whatever we need. I’ve been making plans and alternate plans. If we have 36 people and we add Ivan, Viki, you, me, Mark and Karen, we can still use a SAAB Turbo-prop. The 64 passenger one. That will give us extra room for other equipment. Maybe we can fly the equipment down separately. We can get one of those easier than a big plane. And we can get it quick.”

“Won’t that plane take an awful long time to make the trip to Brazil?”

“Yes, Viki, it will. That is a consideration. They fly at around 300 miles per hour. Maybe we should go for something bigger. I’ll check into it.”

“So you think you are ready with the preparations?”

After being briefed by the two men, Ivan agreed. “Larry, Clint, you have done a good job. I concur, we are as ready as we can be. I wanted more surgeons, but these will have to do. When can you get everyone in Macao?”

“I figure in 3 days’ time. We will all fly to Philadelphia and pick up another plane. Then we’ll meet the doctors and their partners/nurses, whatever and fly to Macao.”

“Who are you planning on taking to Philadelphia?” asked Ivan.

“Well, you, Viki, me, Larry, Jean-Claude and Karen. That’s 6.” replied Clint.

“You’ll have to arrange for three more: My two bodyguards and my wife!” insisted Ivan.

Larry had just arrived in Paris and was being driven to his hotel by the devious Dr. Kipling. Viki and Clint were still imprisoned in the abandoned warehouse and were waiting for Mark to release them.

Dr. Kipling eased the limo into the semi-circular drive of the Pink Giraffe and motioned for Jean-Claude (Mark) to take over the driving duties. As he led Larry to the hotel entrance, Ivan said,” I hope your flight was comfortable. In any case, you’ll need some rest before we begin our negotiations. Here is the key to your suite, you’re next door to the Buchanans. I have arranged for the hotel to supply your every need, all you have to do is call them. I trust your accommodations will be satisfactory. I will call for you at 2pm and brief you on my proposal.”

“Where is Karen, Kipling? I didn’t come all this way to just discuss your “proposals”, as you call them. I want to be assured that she is safe.”

Now, now, Dr. Wolek, you know I’d never hurt Karen while I still needed your cooperation. She’s in good hands and in good health. She’s not far and you will get to see her. All in good time. I’m afraid all you can do is wait. But, go rest, I need you at your best.”

“Where are Viki and Clint? What have you done with them?”

“They are safe, too. They have enjoyed this little holiday immensely, let me assure you. Nothing has stood in the way of their playfulness. I have had to retain them for “insurance” purposes. They will join us at 2. Until then, good morning.”

With that, Ivan slipped away and Larry was left standing in the lobby, alone and confused. He couldn’t imagine Ivan still being alive after all these years. He couldn’t imagine that Ivan was still haunting him, either, hadn’t he suffered enough at the hands of this madman? Larry suddenly felt drained of any energy that just minutes before had been supplied by rage. Being helpless was not a feeling doctors liked to feel. Perhaps it was an ego thing. He so much wanted to help humanity, and if he was helpless, how could he? He had spent his whole career trying to save lives with the skills he had learned in medicine. He could only surmise what evil that Kipling expected him to do. Would he insist Larry do something illegal? immoral? It must be illegal or immoral if Ivan had to resort to all these machinations to get help. Silently he prayed, ‘Let me get through this, save Karen and get home safely.’

Putting his key in the lock of his hotel suite, Larry suddenly realized he was hungry. Deciding to order room service before he slept, he ordered a small snack and unpacked. The waiter came and left the food, but then Larry wasn’t hungry. His emotions were so mixed. How long had it been since he’d seen Karen? He couldn’t even bring himself to remember. He tried to block it out, but it was hard. He had loved Karen so much and had wanted so much for the two of them. He didn’t know what he would do when he saw her. Would he hold her? Would he just walk away, treat her like a stranger that he had been morally obligated to save? She had hurt him badly. Would he ever forget that? No, he didn’t think so. Could he forgive her? He didn’t know. He did know that her husband, Steve, had died. Wanda had told him that. Not that he wanted to know. Wanda had insisted on telling him. Many times he had asked Wanda to not tell him about Karen. He didn’t want to know, the pain was still too real, even after all these years.

Karen and medicine had been the most important things in Larry’s life. Karen, though, in her younger years, couldn’t accept that interns, residents and early career doctors were poor. Her tastes were extravagant and her self-control was weak. In her later years, she did seem to overcome her selfishness, but still went about doing things before fully thinking them out. Karen had been enough for Larry. However, Larry wasn’t always enough for Karen.

Had she changed at all?

He was nervous, yet exhausted. Larry hadn’t been able to sleep the night before he left and was awake for most of the international flight. He knew he would crash and burn soon, but somehow, it wouldn’t happen. He finally took a hot shower and then sprawled across the bed, dreading, yet anxious for 2 o’clock to arrive.

Viki and Clint were being driven by Mark back to the hotel. “I don’t understand why we had to spend the night in that horrible place, instead of our nice suite,” complained Viki.

“As it turned out, you shouldn’t have had to. It was just another ploy to make sure Larry Wolek arrived. If he hadn’t come, as he had promised, you would have been the captives that would have surely brought him here. So because your friend arrived on time and in a somewhat reasonably cooperative mood, you are free.”

The countryside sped by and the trip seemed endless. “At least we can get this over with. I’m ready to go home and be with our children. It seems like we’ve been gone so long. What started out as a trip that was supposed to be a vacation has turned into a nightmare.” Viki thought about all the things they had wanted to do in France that they didn’t get to do. Oh, well, there will be other trips.

They made their way to their suite and Mark bid them goodbye, after telling them to be ready at 2pm. “I get the shower first, Clint! I would kill to get clean right now. I don’t think I can stand that awful warehouse stench one more minute.”

“Go ahead. I think I’ll wait on the terrace. Tell me when you’re through and I’ll order lunch. It’ll be noon before it gets here.”

“Yeah and then maybe we can take a nap before 2:00.”

“Sounds good to me!” Clint walked out onto the terrace and looked around. It all looked the same. The same sea, the same sand, the same sunbathers, laughing and playing. It seemed strange, almost like time had stood still while they’d been gone. The Riviera will never change, he thought. The rich and powerful, the not-so-rich and average, they all came here to play and forget the troubles at home. They didn’t know how lucky they were. He didn’t think any of them appreciated how good they had it. He and Viki could be fighting for their lives and the lives of their friends. It seemed incongruous, that they could be in such trouble, but the world was still turning.

“Wow, that was great. Clint, your turn,” Viki called. Tightening her robe and pulling back the comforter, she got into bed and closed her eyes. She could hear the water and could imagine the drops from Clint’s shower. She saw in her mind, Clint standing there, naked, letting the water roll down his glorious body. He was lathering the soap into luxurious bubbles and rubbing them on all his 2001 body parts. The steam was thick and warm when she opened the door. It enveloped her and it was hard to see, but she could hear the water and feel the soft curtain that lay between her and her man. Letting her robe slip to the floor, she silently stepped into the enticingly sensual shower. Clint turned around, obviously pleased that Viki had joined him. “Excuse me, ma’am, but I’m married.”

“Yes, I know.”

“I don’t think my wife would like your being here,” Clint kidded as he kissed her lips tenderly.

“Oh, I disagree, I know she’s happy that I’m here. She wants you so much.”

Nothing could stop them then, nothing could come between them. They were fused in erotic indulgence, not wanting to stop, but to be like this forever.

Happily lying intertwined on the bed, Clint sighed, “Honey, I’m sorry I forgot to order lunch.”

“That’s okay, we wouldn’t have had time to eat it, anyway. It’s almost two and we should be getting dressed.”

“Yeah, I don’t want to miss the showdown. Finally, Kipling should lay it all out on the table.”

Getting up and getting dressed seemed like it would take too much effort, but they did it. The end of summer, it was still quite warm in the day, but much cooler at night. Not knowing what the rest of the day would hold, Viki chose a light, yellow linen pantsuit and took a navy blue blazer, for the evening. Clint was wearing navy Dockers and a pale yellow Polo. Viki reminded him to take along his Eddie Bauer windbreaker, just in case.

When Mark knocked at the door, they were ready. The three of them walked to the elevator and rode to the 12th floor. Ivan had a three bedroom suite, large enough to accommodate all his needs. Entering the suite, Viki saw Larry and ran to him. Hugging him tightly, she whispered, “I’m so sorry.”

Larry stepped back so he could look at her and tried to speak to her without talking. He gave up and said, “This isn’t your fault, Viki. I’m glad we’re finally together. ”

“Mr. and Mrs. Buchanan, Dr. Wolek, the time has come that we begin working together. Everyone have a seat and we’ll get started.”

Uncomfortable, but not sure how to register a protest, the three chose their seats, Viki and Clint, the settee, Larry the wing back beside it. Mark sat in a Louis XIV and Ivan continued to stand. “May I offer anyone coffee? Juice, cocktail?”

His offer was returned with silence and while he seemed a touch insulted, he began.

“Dr. Wolek. To come to the point succinctly, I need some manpower. I need some plastic surgeons, some orthopedists and some internal medicine guys. And of course some nurses and assistants and anesthesiologists.”

“What no hospital? How about a few operating rooms to go with it?” asked Larry sarcastically.

“Now that you mention it, we will need equipment, as well.”

“And just how am I supposed to arrange this? This is crazy.”

Viki couldn’t help asking, “Ivan, may I ask why you’re needing all this?”

“Let’s just say I have some vengeance to exact.”

“Just what I thought, a plot for revenge. Don’t you ever get tired of this, Kipling?” asked Clint.

“You’ve had your revenge. You’ve been living in apparently opulent circumstances, haven’t paid for any of your crimes and have enjoyed being a vicious villain.”

“Mrs. Buchanan, no one here is more aware of my shortcomings than I am. I am not asking for your approval, I am merely asking for your assistance.”
“Merely, merely asking? What do you call kidnapping, threats, extortion?”
“Technically, it’s not extortion. Maybe it is. Extortion is normally a threat for monetary gain. But in this case, I will concede that for what I am asking you, it will be costly.”

Larry, frustrated by the lack of understanding, said “I need to know more. I can’t convince surgeons and anesthesiologists without a really good explanation. You’re going to have to tell me more, much more, before I can agree to this.”

“Very well. I have “associates” who have been banished to certain hospitals in Brazil. I have been implored to see that they are restored to their original condition, or better. I support their needs, but I can’t do it alone. I have spent thousands of money and still have much to do.”

“I knew it, I knew it,” scowled Larry under his breath. “I knew you would want me to do something immoral or illegal. Why else would I be here?”
“I think we’ve neglected to tell us something we all want to know, Ivan. And that’s where Karen is and how she fits into this plan.”

“Very simple, Mrs. Buchanan, I can explain that. Karen is being held by another associate who is taking excellent care of her. She is being maintained in a beautiful suite, with a beautiful view of the Riviera and has all the comforts she desires. She really has not voiced too much displeasure. However, she is anxious to see you all. I’ve told her that you were coming and I can tell she will be happy to be with you. I thought Larry would be

more agreeable to help, if he had some incentive, come reason to cooperate. And knowing how you all feel about me, I am ashamed I had to resort to these measures. But, the ends do justify the means.”

“How am I supposed to convince these people to go to Brazil?”

“Aahhh, that’s where Mr. and Mrs. Buchanan come in. You see, they will provide the financial incentive, if one is needed. They have plenty of resources and while it might take an enormous amount of money, I’m sure they can recoup their investments quite handily.”

“Well, I never!” exclaimed Viki. “You have nerve to ask us to finance your Nazi friends’ medical treatments. I don’t think we can do this.”

“Even if Karen’s life hangs in the balance? And of course, I do know where your children are at this very moment. Young Jessica is in Algebra class with Mrs. Green, Joseph is with Kelly in an art history class at Llanview University and I believe Kevin is in a meeting with Mel Hayes and Cassie. By the way, Kevin bought Cassie an engagement ring yesterday. Congratulations.”

Astounded by the display of knowledge that Kipling knew, Viki and Clint suddenly became more cooperative. Their kids were everything to them and they would do anything to keep them safe.

“I’ll have Jean-Claude escort you back to your rooms where you can think further on these details. Larry, I expect you to come up with some names and I will review the list. Mr. Buchanan, you can start by analyzing your bank accounts. Don’t move any money yet, I’ll give you more instructions, later.”

Mark (Jean-Claude) saw the trio back to Viki and Clint’s suite and joined them for some coffee and sandwiches. Larry was confused by the sudden familiarity between Viki and Clint and Jean-Claude. Explaining the situation, Clint was able to convince Larry that Jean-Claude was really Mark and had been very helpful and truthful, so far. Larry agreed that they needed all the help they could get. While he was thinking of the doctors he thought might be available or bought, Viki wrote their names down on a pad.

“I don’t know if this is going to work, guys. I mean what can I say to these doctors?”

“The only thing I can think of, ” said Viki, ” is to fabricate a story for all of them, another reason of course. No one’s going to want to come help those Nazi monstrosities. Can you imagine?”

“We could say it’s a working seminar or something. Don’t you doctors do that sort of thing?”

“Clint, when we vacation, we play golf, not doctor! Yes, I guess we could set up some sort of “show and tell” program. Try to get conceited, arrogant, but really good surgeons. They’ll want to show each other up and be anxious to get there!”

“Ok, Larry, does that mean we start over on the list?”

“Yes, Viki, we can eliminate some of them. Fortunately, there are enough to take their place. I may have to extend over to Harrisburg, Albany and Buffalo to get who I need.”

Mark stood up and stretched. “Well, folks, I’m going to leave you. Ivan wants to meet again at 9pm for a late supper. Don’t forget, I’m Jean-Claude, and I’m not your friend. I’m Ivan’s accomplice. While I’m gone, I’m going to go back to Ivan to see if he will tell me anything more about these people who need your help. And, of course, I’ll continue to find Karen’s whereabouts. But the big problem is, Ivan has so many spies, even I don’t know who to trust. When he threw out that stuff about your children, it came as a total surprise to me. ”

Larry was satisfied when he had 32 names on his list. Of course, that didn’t mean that any of them would be interested. He would have to wait and ask. Having not had much sleep, Larry decided to go to his suite and get some rest before the 9pm dinner meeting. Clint had called his banker in Llanview and asked for printouts of his accounts be faxed to him. He had gone down to the Business Center to wait for them and Viki tried to nap. She couldn’t get Karen out of her mind, though. What was Karen thinking? Was she scared? Was she hungry and cold? Tired and lonely? She knew Ivan had said otherwise, but she didn’t trust him. Not at all. She knew Ivan had been fond of Karen at one time. But he didn’t seem to have any sentimentality at all now. She wondered where she was. Was she in this hotel? That was a thought! She quickly dressed and hurried down to the Business Center to find Clint. Maybe he could find out information from the bellboys or waiters. Maybe someone had noticed an American, unhappy and confined too much.

Clint was down in the Business Center of the hotel, waiting on a fax. Viki had gone down to meet him because she had an idea on finding Karen. It was now after 4 o’clock and maybe room service would be delivering a tray to Karen, if she were in the hotel. She quickly informed Clint of her idea and then asked him to meet her at the Room Service department. ‘Now, where would Room Service be, anyway?’ she asked herself. Seeing a bellman, she asked him where the kitchen was.

“Which kitchen, Madame?”

“The one that provides all the room service to the guests in their rooms.”

“But all the restaurants have room delivery service. If the guest chooses from the room menu, the order is channeled to the restaurant that makes that dish. If there are more restaurants involved, it is prepared in steps.”

“So there’s no way to know where my sandwich came from?” asked Viki.

“Was there something wrong with the food sent to your room, Madame? I am so sorry, let me assure you . . . ”

“No you don’t understand. There’s nothing wrong. I just wanted to talk to one of the waiters that brought my sandwich.”

“Did he act improperly? If so, we will get to the bottom . . .”

“No you don’t understand. I just want to talk to him. Oh, never mind, I’ll talk to the manager.”

Viki was even more frustrated upon learning that the manager was in a meeting with the secretary of the Shah of Uruguay. Heading back to her suite, she was disappointed. It wasn’t until she was almost at their rooms that she remember Clint was supposed to meet her somewhere else. She gave up and thought surely he would come back to the room.

Lying on the love-seat, she kicked off her shoes and put a pillow behind her head. ‘Just a few moments of shut-eye,’ she thought.

“Knock, knock,” said a loud voice. Startled, Viki raised up and tried to orient herself. The sun was going down, it was a lot later than when she laid down. Staying barefooted, she cautiously went to the door and peeked out the peep hole. It was Mark.

“Viki, it’s me, Mark.”

Unlocking the door, she opened it and let him in.

“I was just resting. What time is it?”

“Well, it’s only 7pm, but I thought I’d come check out things here. Larry seems to be fast asleep, I only lightly tapped on his door.” Looking around the suite, “Are you here all alone?”

“Yes, but I do wonder where Clint is. He’s been gone for a couple of hours. I can’t imagine where he’s got off to.”

“He didn’t tell you where he was going? Strange.”

“Well, Mark, it’s a long story. Clint and I were going to do some sleuthing of our own. We decided to meet at the Room Service Area, but I was told there wasn’t one. So I came back to the suite.”

“Where was Clint, then?”

“He was in the Business Center, waiting for a fax from our banker in the states.”

“Well, maybe he decided to stop at the craps table. Or roulette, he seemed to be doing well the other night.” Mark said with a grin.

“I don’t think he would do that without at least finding me first, Mark.”

“Let’s go down to the Business Center, then to the area you went to and then split up and look among the gaming tables.”

“Let me get my jacket and put on my shoes. What else is going to go wrong in this place!”

None of their search attempts proved successful. Clint was nowhere to be found, like he had dropped off the face of the earth. None of the bellmen had seen him, the Business Center said he had left about 4:15. Viki was growing more and more concerned over his absence. Clint never did that. He was so considerate and punctual. She had a bad feeling in her bones that something was wrong. Mark and Viki went back to the Buchanan suite and decided they had nothing to do but wait. Suddenly, Mark hit his head with his hand.

“Of course! Kipling has him. That has to be it! I’m going now to Kipling’s quarters. I’ll let you know immediately if I find out anything.” he leaped out of the chair and headed for the door.

“Please, Mark, find him. I’ll be waiting.”

“It will soon be time to wake Larry. If I don’t get back by 8:30, wake him up, please. I’ll be back to get you both before 9.”

“Yes, I’ll let him get as much sleep as possible.”

Viki continued to pace in the suite. It was a nervous habit, one she often did when the kids were out late or she was afraid of missing a print deadline. It was working off some energy, but she was really beginning to feel tired. ‘That nap didn’t help at all. I’m exhausted,’ thought Viki. She called Room Service and ordered a pot of coffee and thought about calling the kids. ‘No,’ she thought, ‘I can’t do that. They’ll want to talk to their father and I won’t be able to explain his absence or pretend I’m not worried.’ There was no one she could turn to now. Larry needed his sleep desperately. Everyone else was unreachable. Being alone, was the hardest thing Viki ever did. Fortunately, she was never alone often, and only when she chose it. Her life in Llanview was full and happy and she liked it that way. The evil Ivan Kipling was changing every thing.

“Knock, knock,” again came the warning sign. She thought it must be Mark. That was quick, maybe it was good news to come so quickly!

Opening the door, Viki was a little bit more than shocked to be looking at Clint in a waiter’s uniform! She took several steps back, but couldn’t say anything.

“Madame, I have brought your coffee. Where do you wish it?”

“Why, Mr. Waiter, er, er, over here, I guess.”

Clint pushed the cart all the way into the room and shut the door quietly.

“Honey, you won’t believe what I found out!”

“Oh, Clint, I’ve been so worried. How could you put me through this!” Viki’s voice was a little sharp and she was trembling.

Noticing that her bottom lip was quivering, Clint took her in his arms and held her very close. He could smell the fragrance of her perfume. He always liked the way Viki smelled. Most of the time, she didn’t have to wear perfume, she still smelled wonderful. Their embrace was long and tender. Finally, Viki allowed him to loosen his grip and he started over again.
“Viki, I’m sorry. I tried to find you, I couldn’t. Then this maitre ‘d caught me in the hallway in the back of one of the kitchens and gave me the third degree. Well, the only thing I could come up with was that I was looking for work.”

Viki’s laughter was light and sounded so good to Clint. He hadn’t heard her laugh in way too long. She couldn’t believe what she’d heard and told him so.

“But Viki, you wanted to find Karen and I couldn’t think of a better way than to be a waiter that delivers room service.”

“Wow, that is remarkable. I mean what are the odds that someone would think you’re waiter material?”

“Now wait just a minute, Viki. I’ve done my share of manual labor. I’m not ashamed of it, either. I can sling hash and fry eggs with the best of ‘em.”

Laughing again, “I know that darling, I was just thinking about you pretending to be French. Your idea of speaking French is ordering crepes Suzette.”

“Well, I didn’t pretend to be French. I told them I was an American and had lost all my money at the craps tables. He believed me. They must have been short, cause he didn’t hesitate. Took me to a locker room, got me a uniform and showed me the room service layout.”

“My, my, aren’t you industrious? But, the important thing is, did you find Karen?”

“I think so. I’m not sure, though. I delivered a tray to room 671. There were two thugs there that looked like bodyguards. When I asked where the third person was for the 3 meals, one of them told me to mind my own business.”

“What did you do then?”

“I was stalling for time, setting up the table, rearranging the silver and such. Then I heard a woman’s voice from the bedroom say something about being hungry and was the food there yet. I saw that the lunch dishes were still in the room and offered to get them out. I told them I would come back with another tray, because that one was gone.”

“Then what?”

“They told me not to bother. But I went back later when I thought the woman might be out in the sitting room. I was hoping their guard would be off.”

“Did you see her?”

“No, the woman wasn’t with the men. They were eating and the third set up wasn’t on the table. They were making her eat in the bedroom.”

“That’s a start but it doesn’t prove anything, honey.”

“I’m not finished! While I was there, cleaning up the first tray, the phone rang. I don’t know who it was, but the guy who answered, definitely said the name Karen to somebody. I know she’s there, it’s too much of a coincidence.”

“Yes, that would be hard to swallow. So she’s possibly in room 671. Let’s go get Mark and storm the room.”

“Viki, I don’t think that would work. For one thing, there are two of them and I think they have guns, by the bulges under their coats. I mean, who wears a coat in their hotel room?”

“Too dangerous. And now I remember how much Ivan seems to know about the kids. We can’t trust him. We have to play along a little longer.”
“I think things are beginning to look up. Everyone’s safe and we haven’t done anything bad yet, there’s always hope.”

“Let’s drink the coffee. I’m exhausted. This has stretched my last nerve.”

“Oh, Viki, I have to go finish making my deliveries,” teased Clint.

“I don’t think so, man, you are mine,” replied Viki as she pulled him to her by the buttons on his uniform.

“Watch it, Madame, this is my uniform.”

“Ooh, I just love a man in uniform. I like maroon on you, too. And the little gold braids. You look just like Harold Hill in “The Music Man”.

“But I can’t play a note, Viki.”

“You are playing my heartstrings now, Uniform-boy.” Viki kissed his lips and his nose and nibbled on his ear. He responded by hugging her tightly and started walking toward the bed.

“You’re not gonna make me bite these buttons off are you, Clint?” purred Viki.

“No way, I had to pay about 20 bucks deposit on this costume. I’ll gladly take it off. But I can bite your buttons off, if you want.”

“My Gucci? No thanks, mister, the buttonholes work just fine!”

All of a sudden it was a race as to who could get all their clothes off first. Viki finished first and yanked back the comforter and sheet, before climbing in.

“Oh, Clint, by the way . . .”

“Yes, Viki.”

“You don’t have to be gentle.”

With that they began making love with a aching, burning passion. It was so easy and so nice, they were always so comfortable with one another. Sure, they’d had other lovers in their lifetime, but neither had been really satisfied by anyone else. Their lives were meant to be lived together, loving and growing as one.

It was 8:30 p.m. and suddenly Viki awoke. She silently crept out of bed and into the bathroom.

Calling room to room, she waited for Larry to answer. When it rang 15 times, she began to worry, but finally he picked up. Being so sleep deprived, he was still groggy. Viki told him he had 30 minutes to get ready and they would meet him at his place to wait for Mark.

Then Viki hurriedly took a shower and dressed before she woke Clint.

“Clint, darling, we only have about 15 minutes before we leave to meet Ivan.”

“Not so soon!”

“Yes, hurry! We don’t want Mark walking in on us getting dressed.”

“I locked the door, honey.”

“I know, but let’s not keep Ivan waiting, no use in getting him worked up.”

Viki had finished dressing and had curled up in the overstuffed chair. The coffee was really cold by now and looked pathetic in the stainless urn. ‘Oh, for a microwave,’ thought Viki.

Viki put feet up under her and tried to get comfortable, all the while admonishing Clint again to speed up things. Something hard was in the chair. Reaching behind her, she pulled out a man’s wallet. ‘Now who’s could this be? It doesn’t look like Clint’s,’ thought Viki.

Looking into the wallet, she noticed a driver’s license with Mark’s picture on it. Only the picture didn’t say Mark Hopkins or even Jean-Claude DuBois. It said Tim Ryan!

As Clint came out of the bathroom, he saw the strange look on Viki’s face.

“What’s wrong, Viki? Have you seen a ghost or something?”

“Definitely something, Clint. Take a look at this! I’m afraid we’ve trusted in the wrong man!”

Viki handed the wallet to Clint and he sat down to go through it.

“Well, it seems the young man has at least 3 names. But Tim Ryan is the only name in this wallet. The only thing connecting him to the man we know as Mark, is his picture. It’s undeniable proof that Tim and Mark is the same person.”

“What does it mean?”

“It could mean a lot of different things, Honey. Undercover agents carry fake ID’s all the time. They rarely use their own identity, it would be too dangerous. We’ll just have to confront him and get one more issue resolved.”

Viki relaxed a little and began to rub Clint’s neck and shoulders. This kidnapping business was turning out to be very perplexing!

Viki and Clint had just discovered that Mark Hopkins’ real name was Tim Ryan, according to his wallet, anyway. The two of them met Larry and waited for Mark (Jean-Claude/Tim) to escort them to Ivan Kipling’s suite. It was almost 9 o’clock when Mark ran up to greet them. He was out of breath and anxious.

“Let’s get going, we can’t be late!”

Viki and Clint had decided to keep the latest news about Mark to themselves. They also decided to keep their own secret ideas about Karen’s whereabouts. Maybe playing their cards close to their chests would work out better. Clint was a firm believer in not telling everything he knew, save some surprises for later, he thought.

Walking toward the elevator, the four fell into silent step. They were all tired and dejected, worried about what the next few moments would bring. None of them could guess what was coming before the night was over, it would be unbelievable.

“Hors d’oeuvres, anyone?” offered Ivan. He pointed to a tray filled with cheese, crackers and caviar. “Champagne is chilled and Jean-Claude will pour. Won’t you, please, Jean-Claude?”

“Surely, Dr. Kipling.” Mark took his place at the party table and picked up the champagne from the chiller. The cork popped and fizzy bubbly flowed out of the bottle, which Mark tried to capture in the nearest flute. Not being entirely successful, he took the serving towel and began wiping up the spill. Then he poured the first full glass and extended it to Viki.

“No, thank you, I don’t feel like this is a celebration. I think we all want to hear what you have to say and get on with the business at hand.”

“Mrs. Buchanan, there’s no point in letting the best champagne available, go to waste, is there? Go ahead, enjoy the fruits of this majestic land.”

“Kipling, leave her alone. If she doesn’t want to drink your lousy champagne, she doesn’t have to,” defended Clint.

“Very well, as you wish. Dr. Wolek, have you prepared the list we discussed?”

“Yes, Kipling, I have. Here it is, ” said Larry pulling it out of his coat pocket. “There are over 30 names on this list. Good luck.”

“Au contraire, my good doctor. It is you who will need the luck. After I have reviewed this list, I will indicate which ones I would like for you to contact.”

“Ivan, how do you expect me to get these people?”

“I thought by now you would have figured that out. Perhaps you’re not as resourceful as I’d hoped.”

“Actually, Larry, Clint and I have a plan. We will invite these people to participate in a working seminar and hope that they can’t resist showing off their skills.”

“Ah, now that’s a thought. Yes! I think that will work! Excellent, Viki,” said Ivan admiringly.

“Well, it remains to be seen, actually. We can try, Kipling, but we can’t promise. It’s not fair to hold Karen on the whims of these doctors,” reasoned Clint.

“But, we will never know until you try. I suggest you go to your rooms and wait for my approvals on these names. My deepest regrets that you do not choose to join me for supper. I did have an excellent cuisine planned. However, it can wait until another time.”

Mark ushered them out into the hall and spoke softly to them.

“You’re free to go. Perhaps it would be a good change of pace for you to go to one of the restaurants down stairs. Maybe take in a show or gamble in the casino.”

“What happens if Ivan calls for us?” asked Larry.

“I can square it with Ivan, just be back by midnight. I could also have you paged, just don’t leave the hotel.”

“Let’s get some dinner, Larry. You must be starved,” said Viki.

“It’s okay. But I almost reached out and jerked up that entire tray of cheese. You’re right, I’m starved.”

“Hey, guys, I found this neat restaurant today, ” said Clint with a wink to Viki, “It’s called the Purple Penguin.”

“The purple what? Is it in this hotel?”

“Yes, Viki, I found it this afternoon,” this time Clint accented “this afternoon”.

“Oh, yes, I think that would be fine.”

The Purple Penguin was actually a little bistro, set in the hotel’s basement. There were Mardis Gras masks on the walls and waiters who all wore bright reds, greens, and of course, purples. The food was decidedly French. But there were a few Cajun dishes on the menu, which delighted Clint.

“It’s been so long since I had decent Cajun. That’s one thing, besides chicken fried steak, that I just can’t get in Llanview. When I was growing up in Texas, the Cajun food was fantastic. I haven’t had anything this good in ages.”

“Glad you like it, Honey. I’m liking the Caesar salad really well. Larry, how’s the chicken?”

“Viki, I was so hungry, I could have eaten cardboard and loved it. But, in fact, the chicken’s really good. I would recommend it.”

“I think it’s time we told Larry about Mark, Honey.”

“What about Mark, Viki?”

Viki looked at Clint and Larry could tell that it wasn’t good news.

“Well, Larry, it’s like this. We don’t really know Mark, after all.”

“What do you mean, you don’t know Mark?”

“I found a wallet on the couch in our suite. Mark had been there waiting for Clint, he must of dropped it.”

“When we looked in it, Larry, there was no ID for a Mark Hopkins. But there was everything for a Tim Ryan. And no Treasury ID card, either.”

“Hm, that doesn’t surprise me, Clint, I mean I wouldn’t think that someone undercover, so to speak, would carry their real paperwork, just in case they got caught.”

“But why didn’t he explain Tim Ryan to us?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s not important,” said Clint.

“And the other news is, Larry, we may have found Karen!”

“You’re just now telling me? How did this happen?” demanded Larry.

Clint went to all the minute details and emphasized that he wasn’t sure that the woman was really Karen, but it looked promising. He suggested they keep the speculation to themselves, so as to not tip their hand.

“Maybe we can overpower the guards, grab her and get out of here!”

“No, Larry, Ivan has already convinced me that he is extremely dangerous. He knows everything about our family and how to get to them. There’s nothing we can do to protect them from him. We have to cooperate until we can put him out of commission.”

“I understand that you’re in fear for your family, Viki. That’s how I feel about Karen.”

“You still love her don’t you, Larry?”

“I don’t know, but I certainly don’t want her dead. I would never forgive myself if something happened to her because I didn’t do everything to rescue her.”

“I vote we hold on tight, and keep riding. We can do it, if we hang together,” vowed Clint.

“I certainly hope you’re right, I certainly hope you’re right!”

Mark had returned to Ivan’s suite and was determined to learn where Karen was being held. Ivan was going over the names that were on Larry’s list. He made little clucking sounds sometimes, and Mark guessed he was not impressed with the list.

Suddenly, Ivan threw the paper across the room and cursed. “I don’t know but a few of these people!”

“But, Dr. Kipling, you’ve been gone from Llanview a long time. I think that’s to be expected.”

“You imbecile, don’t talk to me. Your speech takes up my air and I can hardly breathe as it is.”

Ivan was definitely in a terrible mood, thought Mark. But maybe if he lost his temper completely, he would find out something. Mark had worked with Ivan for months. But still he had been taken into Ivan’s confidence. While in Brazil, Ivan would disappear for hours, sometimes days before returning to the apartment in Macao. That left Mark alone for hours. He was researching his own project while Ivan was gone, unbeknown to Ivan. But while Ivan was in town, Mark ran the errands, cleaned the house, drove the car, did all the things a chauffeur/housekeeper would do. It was strange that Ivan would never take Mark with him. Mark always asked or offered to go with Ivan, but he insisted on driving himself. Whenever Ivan drove, Mark knew he was in for a long wait. Nobody ever visited Ivan at the apartment. The neighbors didn’t know him and he refused to get to know them. Mark was virtually alone. Mark also was given the task of recording receipts. He didn’t ever see the checkbook, but Ivan gave him piles of receipts that he categorized. To keep Ivan from getting suspicious, Mark had to pretend to have a difficult time doing this. After all, Mark was a Treasury auditor, he was an accountant. He could have complied the reports in record time, but that would alert Ivan. Ivan also had the charitable idea that he was “helping” Mark. Grooming him for some job with the “company”, as he called it. But of course, Mark was interested, so Ivan refused to tell him more.

When Ivan was away, nobody called. Mark couldn’t call out on the house phone, it would show up in the record. His only means of communication with the outside world was via the pay phone at the gas station in the village. But then, Mark had precious few people to call. His aunt was dead. He wasn’t required to report to his employers. He couldn’t explain his absence or his lifestyle to any of his friends or former friends, now. He was alone.

He had felt alone for many years. But he was going to change that. Ivan wasn’t the only person who had plans. Mark had been planning, too. Almost as fervently and methodically as Ivan. And he was determined that Ivan was not going to get in his way!

Ivan’s words jolted Mark back to the present and to Monte Carlo.

“Jean-Claude! I’ve never known anyone who could make themselves that blank! Would you contact Dr. Wolek and the Buchanans and tell them that I have changed my mind. We will meet for breakfast, here tomorrow morning. And I expect them to eat this time!” Ivan’s voice bordered on a scream and Mark knew it was best to just slip out and take care of business. Mixing with Ivan in this mood was not smart.

‘Why do I keep that moronic muscleman, anyway? He’s becoming tiresome. I should have dumped him long ago.,’ thought Ivan. ‘But there is something rather engaging about him at times. I almost feel sorry for him. Without me, he’d have no one, have nowhere to go. I suppose it’s my cross to bear, to give him a home. After all, charity does begin at home.’ Ivan’s thoughts soon changed from Jean-Claude to Karen. ‘Ah, yes, the lovely Karen. I would love to see her tonight, but I don’t dare risk it. There are many who would love to know her whereabouts, and I can’t let my guard down. But I can see her tomorrow, before I let her see her precious Larry.’

Viki and Clint were pleased that they didn’t have to face Ivan again that night.

“Every moment of time I spend with that man gives me the creeps!” shuddered Viki.

“Yeah, it’s like running up on a snake. You want to walk away, but you know if you do, it’ll probably kill you.”

“Another Tex-ism?”

“You haven’t heard that before?” asked Clint.

“I believe that’s a new one, dear.”

“Well, glad you liked it. Say, what shall we do? Want to go dancing? I’m ready to twirl you around!”

“Any other time and I would just jump at the chance. Clint, I want to go to the suite. Maybe we can listen to some music and relax.”

“Sounds good. Will you be all right, Larry? Hate to leave you, man, but I guess it’s that time of night.”

“That’s ok, Clint, I understand. I believe that jet lag hit me worse than ever before. But could I ask you to do one more thing before you turn in?”

“Yes, Larry?”

“Take me to Karen’s room.”

“Oh, Larry, I don’t think that is a good idea. If you start something, I’m gonna have to help you finish it and I’m not ready for a fight tonight.”

“Clint, I promise. I won’t do anything foolish. I just want to see the door. If everything’s quiet, I’ll feel better.”

Clint looked at Viki and they both shrugged. Viki couldn’t bear to say no, after all, she had her true love, right here. Larry was so worried about Karen. Everyone was worried.

“OK, let’s go. Viki, can you get to the room by yourself?”

“Not on your life, Clint Buchanan. I’m going. I’m not going to be left behind again. You end up in some of the craziest situations when I’m not with you.”

“I end up in the craziest situations when I am with you. But ok, that way we can both keep an eye on Larry.”

Clint grinned at Viki and the three of them started toward the bank of elevators that would take them to the 6th floor.

Not knowing what to say, no one said anything until the doors opened and Clint pointed the way. When they were almost to the end of the hall, they heard a woman scream. It wasn’t just an ordinary scream, though, it was a blood-curdling, 300 decibel scream that rocked the otherwise quiet hallway. Frozen in their tracks, all three watched in amazement as a door flew open and a woman stumbled into the hall, hysterical and out of control.

The lady, obviously very distraught, fell into the open arms of Dr. Larry Wolek. Being the calm and collected person that he is, he proceeded in the attempt of soothing her ruffled feathers.

“Whoa, it’s okay. Hold on to me. We can help you.”

“There’s . . . there’s a man out on my balcony! I think he’s been in my bedroom. Please, help me.”

Clint entered the suite of rooms and gave a cursory examination of the living room. It was a rather large suite and extended further than the Buchanan’s. Walking lightly, but quickly, he crossed over to the door he thought must lead to the bedroom. The door was open, but there were no lights on. Outside the living area was the terrace, similar, but larger than most.

“Viki,” Clint called out. “Stay with the woman and ask Larry to monitor this room and the terrace, while I check out the bedroom.”

Larry was still encouraging the distressed woman, but made his way into the bedroom, upon hearing Clint’s request. Viki stayed with her and noticed that she was much calmer than before.

After Clint’s return, he announced that no one was still in any part of the suite. Larry ushered the two women into the living area and suggested they sit down.

“We should call the police, or at least the house security,” decided Clint.

As he was picking up the phone, the woman shrieked, “No, no police! And do not inform the hotel of this incident, please.”

“But why? You were lucky to have seen him. He might decide to come back.” asked Viki.

“No, I will be alright.” The woman began to shake again and tears started rolling down her face.

“What’s your name? Mrs……?”

“My name is Monique Chatterley. I cannot thank you all enough for what you have done. I will be fine. If you will only stay a few more minutes, I think I can compose myself.”

“I really do think you should report this, Mrs. Chatterley,” insisted Clint. “Someone else may be victimized, as well. Maybe they have a chance of catching this intruder, if we tell them now.”

“No, I really couldn’t do that. There are reasons, complicated reasons, why I must maintain my privacy.”

“Well, flying out that door and screaming like a banshee won’t allow you any privacy. We thought you’d been shot!” said Clint.

Larry had been quiet, but then agreed with Monique. “I think you’ll be fine. If you think you can sleep, though, is another matter.”

“By the way,” asked Viki curiously, “Was anything taken?”

“Well, I wouldn’t know. I looked around, but nothing looked disturbed. Mrs. Chatterley, perhaps you should go in the bedroom and verify that nothing has been stolen.” Clint suggested.

“My jewels! Oh, my goodness, I forgot about my jewels. I got them from the hotel safe this afternoon.” Monique jumped up from the settee and was followed by the other three into the bedroom. Monique, going straight to the bathroom, let out a huge sigh of relief. “I can’t believe they’re all here! What a relief! This is wonderful news.”

“Why, yes, it is,” agreed Viki.

Clint pulled Larry aside and told him he was suspicious of the woman’s behavior. “Don’t you think it’s a bit odd, that she wouldn’t let us contact the police?”

“I guess so, but she explained that she needed her privacy. Still…..it does make me wonder.”

“Did you happen to notice what room this is? It’s 673, the adjoining room to where I think Karen is.”

“Clint, do you think she’s really in there?”

“Well, I’d bet my last tuxedo she is or was. If Ivan got onto us, she could be anywhere by now. Why don’t we see what we can find out from this side?”

“You mean, try to break through from the adjoining room?”

“Or maybe the terrace. That’s probably how this intruder got in. Follow my cue, I’ll try to buy us time.”

“Honey, Viki, why don’t you order some coffee from room service? Larry and I will check again on the terrace for clues.”

“That’s a good idea. Except I think hot tea would be more in order for Mrs. Chatterley,” called Viki from the bedroom.

“This is an old trick I learned when I was a kid. You know I left home as a teenager. Times sure got tough once in a while, so I would break in some place to crash for the night. Got kind of good at it, too. I never really broke anything, though. I prided myself in leaving everything just the way I’d found it. If there was any work I could do, like raking up hay or picking up trash, I’d do it, just to try to repay the folks. ” Clint worked on the lock of the adjoining door, but it was slow in giving.

Larry walked out onto the terrace. After sizing up the gap between him and the next door terrace, he started hoping that Clint would be successful on the door. It was a good 25 feet. He didn’t think they could master that without a rope or a cable. Six floors was a little too far to fall, in his opinion. Not seeing any other choice, he went back to Clint’s side and was thrilled that he heard the “click” of the lock opening.

Both men looked up and stared at one another. Had someone on the other side heard the “click”? They waited. But they were anxious, they didn’t want Mrs. Chatterley to come out into the living room and see what they’d done. Turning the handle ever so quietly, Clint pushed open the door a tiny crack. It was dark inside the room. He pushed the door farther. The hinges made a creak and both men jumped slightly. Stillness, darkness. He pushed some more. More darkness. Ready to charge, they each took different sides and leapt into the room. Still no noise, no alarm from the occupants. Their eyes adjusting to the dimness, Clint noticed that moonlight was streaming in from the terrace doors. No other lights were on.

“Dare we turn on some lights?” asked Clint.

“Yes, of course, Karen could be tied up and gagged.”

They systematically searched the suite of rooms and found nothing! Not a single shred of evidence existed that anyone had been there. Larry, being frustrated, ran to the hallway door of the suite, yanked it open and sunk into despair when he saw the “671″ on it.

“I guess they’ve moved her, Larry. Sorry.”

“Hey, fellows, what are you doing?” asked Viki, in her normal tone.

Clint stifled the urge to shush her, realizing there was no reason for whispering.

“Oh, nothing, we were just looking. Thought maybe the intruder came from in here.”

“Well, did he?”

“I rather doubt it, Viki. There doesn’t seem to be any signs of breaking in here, either.”

Larry walked back into Mrs. Chatterley’s bedroom to check on her.

“Mrs. Chatterley, don’t forget, I’m a doctor. If you think you need something for sleep, please call me. You’ve had a serious upset and I would hate to see you miss your rest.”

“Please, call me Monique. Thank you, Larry, but under the circumstances, I don’t think I want to sleep too soundly. I will probably hear every little noise, but that will keep me alert.”

“These hotel rooms are not as secure as they should be. Clint and I have made the rounds and locked all the locks. I don’t think anyone will try anything to night. If you need me, call my room.”

“You have all been so gracious. Someday, I must share with you my problems. But I don’t think that would be very fair, considering all you done for me.”

After everyone said their good nights, Larry and the Buchanans went back to their perspective rooms to get some rest. Mark had arranged to pick them up the next morning at nine for the breakfast meeting.

Viki said as she was changing, “I told you you would get into some kind of trouble tonight!” “And I said you’d be there and you were. But that’s ok, I needed you there.” Clint watched admiringly as Viki pulled her negligee from the antique dresser.

“Are you going to wear that?” asked Clint.

“Well, I don’t know. I guess that all depends on you. Don’t you like it? It’s peach.”

“Peaches are a favorite of mine. Peach fruit, peach skin, peach nighties. Yeah, I like peach a whole lot.”

“So do you want me to wear it or not?” she was standing there holding it up to her body.

“Sure, for now, anyway. Why don’t you put it on and I’ll take it off?”

Viki grinned and pulled the negligee over her head. Clint came over to her, took her in his arms and hugged her tightly.

“I love you, Viki.”

“I love you, too, Clint”

“Really? You’re not just saying that?”

“Why, yes, I am saying that. I love you with all my heart. Just like always, only more.”

“More than yesterday?”

“Yes, more than yesterday and even more tomorrow.”

“I don’t think I deserve you, Viki.”

“Why would you say that? You love me and I love you. We have children together. We laugh together. We always think of each other first. That’s what love is. If you don’t deserve me, then I really don’t deserve you. You’ve always had to lift me up, carry me across, help me through, do all those things I couldn’t do by myself.”

“It just seems incredible to me that you should love me.”

“Oh, Clint, who wouldn’t love you? You’re the perfect man, a perfect husband, father and all around gentleman.” With this Viki’s eyes welled up with tears and one giant teardrop rolled down her beautiful face.

“Oh, no, I made you cry. I’m so sorry, Honey. Don’t cry.”

“Clint, these are tears of joy. Whenever I think about you, I just feel so grateful, that I fill up in side with even more love for you. You’re all I’ll ever need!”

Clint was holding her tightly now, fearing that if he let her go, she’d slip thru his hands. He looked into her luminous eyes and kissed away the tears that she claimed were tears of joy. He prayed that nothing would ever come between them again. They had come so far to get here, they would never give it up.

Once again the bed became their banquet table of love. Their feasting was so passionate that they exploded in rapture. Feeling suspended in time, each sizzling moment accelerated until they realized their desire was truly insatiable. Their love would last forever, it would never die.

“I’m hungry.”

“Me, too.”

“Is there anything to eat around here?”

“Clint, not this time of night, you’ll have bad dreams.”

“OK. Are you sure there isn’t anything to eat?”

“Let’s see. I have some sugar substitute in my purse. I think there’s a mint from the restaurant. Nope, I guess not.”

“What about that stuff you bought the other day?”

“The picnic stuff? I don’t think anything’s left. The wine, maybe. Oh, there’s some honey in that tote bag.”

“That sounds good. Anything to put it on?”

Viki just looked at him and finally said, “Not unless you count me.”

“Is that an invitation? ”

“Let’s just say, if you can find the honey, you’ve found something to put it on.”

The next morning Viki awoke and turned over to lean on her elbow. Looking up at Clint, she saw a sweet smile on his handsome sexy face. Being alone with him in the morning was one of her favorite pastimes. Just watching him sleep was so incredibly nice. She was so happy, it was all she could do to keep from touching him. His hair was a little tousled so she couldn’t resist running her fingers through it. His eyelids squinted up and he smiled an even bigger smile.

“Who’s that here in my bed?”

“You mean who’s here in your “sticky” bed? The woman who let you pour honey all over her, that’s who.”

“Help me, I can’t open my eyes!”

“Hm, they must be stuck. Let me kiss them open.” Viki reached up and gently kissed his eyelids, then his nose and then his mouth.

“You do taste good, sweetheart. I always liked calling you ‘Honey’. Just seems to fit your personality. Sweet, golden, perfect. Honey is one of the most perfect foods.”

“And sticky, sticky, sticky. I’m going to get up or rather scrape myself out of this bed and jump in the shower.”

“OK, I’ll bring the honey and come with you.”

“Not on your life, cowboy. The honey gets saved for another day. But you can share the shower.”

“I think you need help reaching some of those sticky spots, too.” Clint kissed the tip of her nose and crawled out of the bed. Picking up the peach negligee, he said,” At least your peach nightie isn’t sticky!”

Ivan had everything arranged in his suite for the group to have breakfast. There were 6 place settings. One each for Ivan, Mark, Viki, Clint and Larry. As the group entered, they each took a seat, all of them noticing the empty place.

“Dr. Wolek, I’ve reviewed your list and have approved most of them for invitation. Right after breakfast, you can begin contacting them and arranging their itineraries. I have changed the time table so that we should all expect to be in Brazil in 2 weeks. Contacting them might take two days, maybe less, if you’re efficient. Mrs. Buchanan, I’m sure you’d be available for Dr. Wolek’s assistance?”

“Why, yes, I suppose so, Larry, if you need me.”

“Thanks, Viki, I might need someone to make notes and such. Maybe locate some people. Look here, Kipling, when are you going to let us see Karen? What have you done with her?”

“She’s fine. Why must I keep repeating myself? In fact, as a little incentive, I’ve planned a little surprise for you. You must be wondering why there is an extra setting for breakfast. It’s because I’ve arranged for Karen to join us this morning.”

A collective gasp went around the table. Mark said, “Should I go after her, Ivan?”

“No, thank you, Mark, she is on her way now.”

Mark stood up and walked to the door, opened it and looked straight into the face of Karen Wolek. He stammered, “Good Morning, Mrs. Wolek.”

The woman was quiet. Her hair was long and light brown, with frosted highlights. She was medium height and had an average build.

“Karen, is it really you?” Larry was the first among her old friends to break the silence. Rushing over to her, he hugged her tightly. She didn’t respond, but was still and silent.

Viki rushed over, too, anxious to see if Karen was indeed alright. Karen didn’t push her away, but she didn’t react like someone greeting old friends.

Clint stood back, nodded to Karen and watched Kipling, who was enjoying the little reunion. The gleam in his eyes was unmistakable. He was pleased with himself and was looking forward to the charade he had planned. Clint saw this and wondered if Karen had been drugged. Karen had never been this sedate.

“Why don’t we all sit and enjoy our breakfast?” mandated Kipling.

Embarrassed by the lack of Karen’s enthusiasm and the desire to not create more tension, Viki, Clint and Larry sat down and began to eat. There wasn’t any talking and a pall had fallen over the table. Karen, in her zombie-like trance, was eating and sometimes smiling, but not communicative.

After breakfast, Ivan sent them back to their assigned places. Viki, Clint and Larry went to the Buchanan suite, again. Karen was escorted out separately to an undisclosed location. Mark tried to accompany Karen and her guard, but was rebuffed by Ivan. Later, he slipped away from Ivan and vowed to find her.

“This is incredible. I feel sure that Karen is being drugged. She would never react to us that way!” steamed Larry.

“But Larry, maybe that’s good. Maybe she won’t cause any trouble for herself. I just hope they haven’t hurt her.”

“Viki, if I find out that they have, I will kill them all!”

“Really, she does look good. She’s not bruised up or anything.”

“We’ve got to get on with project and get her out of his clutches. Larry, you and Viki start the contacting. I think I’m going to call my good friend who’s a travel agent and see if I can’t get a group rate, etc., on taking these guys to Brazil.”

“Couldn’t we take the Buchanan jet, darling?”

“I hate to tie it up, we may need it here, to get away or something. I’ll discuss it with Sid and see what we can do. Do you think space for 30 will do it?”

“I don’t have a clue, Clint. If 15 doctors will agree to come and bring one assistant or nurse, then we’ll be very fortunate.”

“What if you promise them airfare, accommodations, meals?”

“It will have to be more than that. They have to leave their practice, the chance to make more money.”

“So what if we offer them $5000 for the week? Would that do?”

“Clint, that’s awfully generous. We might get by on $2000, even, depending on the mood. I’ll just have to see. I notice Ivan wants to have 3 plastic surgeons, 3 internal medicines, 2 orthopedists, 2 neurologists, 3 anesthesiologists, 1 dermatologist and 1 allergy specialist.”

“That sounds a little strange, doesn’t it? I mean, why would these Nazi criminals need these kinds of doctors?”

“I guess to raise their quality of life. They must be exiled, having no medical attention, etc.”