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hour.’ 
    With Joe leading the way, they exited the icy-cool, air-conditioned terminal and went slap bang into a wall of fierce humidity. Feeling tiny beads of sweat form unattractively on her upper lip, Polly hastily wiped them away before jumping in the passenger seat.
    ‘Sorry for the lack of air-con , it blew up on the way here,’ apologised Joe, leaning across to wind down the window for her. ‘We’ll have the put the blasted thing up again when we hit the desert though, unless you fancy a face full of locusts.’
    Polly heard the words desert and locusts, but she was having terrible trouble concentrating on anything else with his cheek hovering six inches from hers.
    ‘Is everything ok?’ he asked, looking at her oddly , sitting back in his seat.
    ‘Mmmm .’ Polly didn’t trust herself to speak.
    Frowning, Joe turned the ignition key and the jeep’s engine spluttered into life, accompanied by a blast of vintage Huey Lewis.
    ‘Oops,’ he grinned sheepishly, taking a well-aimed swipe at the volume button. ‘Tell me quickly, is bribery still an option or will my guilty secret be hot gossip by last orders?’
    Polly stifled a smile. ‘Are you referring to your questionable taste in m usic?’
    ‘That wasn’t just any music , Miss Winters,’ he replied seriously, ‘that was proper, bona-fide eighties movie soundtrack stuff.’
    ‘ Back to the Future ,’ countered Polly smugly. ‘I’ve seen it seventy-three times myself.’
    ‘Have you really?’ Joe looked impressed. ‘But surely you’re too young to remember the eighties?’
    Polly felt her face flush with indignation. How old did he think she was, ten?
    ‘I’m surprised you remember them yourself,’ she retorted quickly. ‘Weren’t you too busy applying for the OAP winter fuel allowance?’
    Joe stared at her and Polly blushed.
    ‘Sorry, that was rude.’
    ‘Nah, don’t be, I can take the banter ,’ he said, his grin slowly returning. ‘It’s always nice to meet a fellow 80s fanatic. By the way, I’m not that much older than you.’
    ‘Thank goodness ,’ said Polly in mock relief. ‘I didn’t fancy the thought of hanging out with a bunch of geriatrics for the next few months. You weren’t being serious about the locusts earlier were you?’
    Joe dropped the clutch and coaxed the jeep into gear. ‘Not such a fan of bugs, eh? That doesn’t bode well for our night shoots. The last film we shot out here was a Sound Mixer’s worst nightmare. We were frequently interrupted by the sound of frazzling insects on the exterior lights.’
    Polly wrinkled her nose in dismay.
    ‘I seem to recall a few unwanted ‘extras’ slithering into scene as well.’
    ‘You mean snakes???’ She looked at him in horror and Joe burst out laughing.
    ‘Don’t worry, Polly, I’ve been here a week and I’ve yet to see either!’
     
    The teasing continued until they were pulling up to a row of rickety, rust-coloured buildings on the edge of Erizo. Joe parked up underneath a dusty, old street light that kept flickering on and off like a scene from a horror movie. Cutting the engine, he indicated to the building on the end.
    ‘That’s our hotel over there. ’
    Polly follow ed his gaze and her face fell. On the flight over, she’d been having fantasies of a five-star Moroccan Palace.
    ‘Appearances can be deceiving, sweetheart ,’ he murmured, watching her carefully.
    Polly jumped. ‘Am I that easy to read?’
    He shrugged and opened his d oor. ‘You’re not the first crewmember to arrive. I guess I’m getting used to the reaction. Don’t write it off just yet though. This place is like an aging actress with a high IQ; the sharp interior far outweighs the crumbling exterior.’ Grabbing her case, he led her up the dusty stone steps and through an archway flanked by two carved wooden doors.
    Stepping inside, Polly gave a gasp of surprise. The walls and the ceilings were draped in a sumptuous cream fabric that conjured up visions of lavish