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    She’s a remarkable woman.’

    Yet he knew how close the search had come to missing that one small atoll. Just as well he’d insisted on taking a personal role in the operation. His inside knowledge of Selim, his second cousin, had helped concentrate the search in the right area. If it hadn’t been for that…

    `Tell me,’ he said, focusing again on the man before him. Ìs there anything we can do to make your stay more comfortable?’

    `Well, there is one thing.’ Duncan MacDonald hesitated. `My girlfriend doesn’t have a visa for Q’aroum, and I know they take weeks to process.’

    Rafiq felt his facial muscles stretch wide as he smiled. His first genuine smile since this business began; So MacDonald had a girlfriend back home in Britain.

    Ì‘ll have it organized immediately.’ He paused, as if considering.
    `We must ask Ms Winters when she wakes whether she has a similar request.’

    Duncan MacDonald shook his head. `No need. Belle doesn’t have a boyfriend waiting at home for her.’

    Ah. Now, that was interesting.

    Belle sank back gratefully against the limousine’s soft leather seat.
    At last she was on her way.

    After three days in hospital she’d been climbing the walls with impatience. But the medical staff had been insistent she mustn’t leave until they were sure there were no complications, until she’d recovered her strength. Anyone would think they’d had orders to keep her immured there. It had only been when she’d threatened to leave without a formal discharge that the doctor had agreed to release her.

    And now this. She surveyed the sumptuous interior of the vehicle with a frown. Surely an ordinary taxi would have done? She wasn’t a VIP.

    She stared out of the window as the engine purred into life and they swept out of the hospital forecourt. She should be excited at the prospect of returning to her lodgings. Of resuming work again.
    After all, she’d made marine archaeology the centre of her life for years now was just starting to build a modest reputation as an up-and-coming researcher in her field.

    There was so much to catch up on. She’d call the maritime archaeology centre and discuss a replacement for Duncan. And she’d better check the wreck site to see if the cyclone had damaged the ship or covered it again. It had been in remarkable condition for a vessel that had been underwater for two millennia. She couldn’t bear the thought of it being destroyed just as they found it.

    And tonight she’d make another long call home, to reassure her mum. Then a hot, soothing bath. Bliss!

    She shifted on the padded seat. Why wasn’t she more excited to be on her way? There was a niggle of tension in the pit of her stomach that she’d tried to ignore ever since she’d left her hospital room. A niggle that had grown alarmingly into a tight, hard knot of fear.

    Fear that alone in the expedition team’s house she might not be safe. That masked men might burst in, brandishing guns.

    She’d relived the nightmare of abduction so often that she could barely believe it was over. Surely it was over? The doctor had spoken of political strife, had implied she and Duncan had been merely in the wrong place at the wrong time. Yet still the anxiety lingered.

    Belle wondered if she’d ever lose it.

    She stared out at the brightly lit streets, finding some comfort in the quaint and vibrant old city. They passed a huge square where the colorful night markets were in full swing. She loved the medieval town, with its maze of streets and its unexpected open spaces.

    The car took a sharp corner and Belle looked up to see the palace, illuminated like a fairytale castle. It reminded her of long buried fantasies. Of Arabian nights and genies and magic carpets. On two sides, facing the sea, it was a brooding fortress, its centuries old walls a solid bastion against invaders’ cannon. But from this side the royal buildings were an Arabian fantasy: gardens and fountains, pavilions, gilt