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off and abandoning her in a small, dangerous town with no money. Nick did some stupid things, but he had never done something as insane as this. Something did not make sense. Someone was lying, or at least not telling her the whole truth.
    She thought about Don Paulo. When he had been talking to her over dinner he had seemed sincere. However, maybe he was fabricating the story in an attempt to seduce her. She was certain that he was attracted to her and if she was completely honest with herself, it was not one-sided. When he smiled and looked deep into her eyes, it made her throat dry and her temperature rise. It had taken all her strength to remain cool and not succumb to the very sexy tone of his voice. Mary closed her eyes and relived the moment for a minute.
    “Coffee?” It was the waitress.
    Mary opened her eyes, refused the lukewarm coffee that was being offered her and got up. Sitting around all day being angry with Nick and day-dreaming about Paulo was not going to solve her problems. The first thing she needed to do was find out what had really happened to Nick and the second thing was to get some money, get out of Corazon and get home to London.
    Her phone was dead, but maybe she could email Nick. She went into the reception area and asked Señor Marcos if she could use his computer. Before Nick had disappeared, they had both used Nick’s notebook, but that had gone with him, along with everything else.
    Señor Marcos took several long drags on his cigarette, tapped on a few keys of the ash-covered keyboard and heaved the large monitor round to face her. This system needed a serious upgrade, thought Mary as she put in her email address and password. It took the computer several minutes to process it. Mary could almost hear the cogs turning at the back of the antiquated machine. Señor Marcos kept a surprisingly respectful distance and continued smoking his thin, black cigarettes. Eventually her email messages came up. After scrolling though the usual circulars about special offers and the education newsletters that she subscribed to, she came to a couple of personal messages. One was from another teacher asking her about next year’s curriculum and the other was an invitation to a cousin’s wedding this coming Christmas. There was absolutely nothing from Nick. Mary was about to exit when she changed her mind and decided to send Nick a message.
    “Nick, where are you? What the hell is going on? You left me with no money, all on my own in the middle of nowhere with some bandit who says that he won me in a poker game!”
    Mary reread her message, deleted it and started again.
    “Hi Nick. How’s it going? Enjoying your holiday? I’m not. Mary.”
    She liked the casual tone and hoped that when he read it, it would make him feel guiltier than he had ever felt before. But would he read it? What if something had happened to him? What if Paulo’s story was all part of a cover up? What if Paulo was the mafia and he had just made up the story about the other guy to throw her off the scent? With his powerful self assurance he could certainly be a local drug baron for all she knew. Mary deleted her email to Nick and started again.
    “Nick, I’m not sure what’s going on, but as soon as you get this let me know, Mary. P.S. My phone’s dead, so email me.”
    She reread it through twice, clicked send and logged out.
    “Thank you Señor,” she said to the owner.
    “Anything for a friend of Don Paulo de Castile,” he squeaked. Mary looked at him to see if he was being sarcastic. He looked sincere. There was no hint of his earlier lecherous attitude either.
    “This is a bit embarrassing, but I’m having a few problems getting money. I was wondering if maybe I could work to help pay the bill. I could help you to upgrade this computer, or I could cook, or anything really.” Mary could feel the colour rising in her cheeks until they burnt hot and made her sweat even more than she was already. Señor Marcos really