The Mayan Priest (29 page)

With his instructions handed out, Arun’s thoughts moved to Tikal. This was an interesting dig that had provided much fascination for him and he keenly followed the progress Samuel made.

Samuel was his son, born from Reynata who was one of the original children they had stolen. She had been a delicious find and he had watched ravenously from the moment she reached puberty. With her glorious, long brown hair, blue eyes and sumptuous figure, he had taken her as his chief lady from the moment she reached womanhood, celebrating when his son and heir to his fortune arrived three years later. This was followed quickly by another child, but Arun’s joy soon turned to anger and bitterness when his daughter did not bare the slightest family resemblance.

His suspicions grew to paranoia which fuelled his desire to learn the truth and this led to the discovery of an exodus ten months previously. Reynata had defied his rules and had escaped for an entire evening.

His fury knew no bounds. His daughter was not his and as a result, he was determined to make them pay. If it were not for his son, he would have had both their heads removed instantly.

Instead Arun tortured Reynata for a further three years until Samuel was five and able to fend for himself.

He grinned sadistically, recalling her screams as they cut her fingers, burnt her face, stabbed her with knives and repeatedly raped her … not once but many times over the years until he decided to tether her and that abomination of a girl outside the compound for the animals to devour.

He had, had enough of her and wanted his son to himself. The boy was still at an age that would allow easy manipulation without him being too young to understand directives, so with that in mind, he proceeded to raise Samuel in the compound under the influence of the Mayan society. The ancient Mayans were strong and fierce and these were the qualities he wanted to impart onto his son. He did not tolerate weakness in any form and worked Samuel relentlessly in the arts of military warfare, archery and karate until he had developed into an obedient, well-rounded killing machine without compassion.

He was the perfect son and heir who would continue his legacy for many years to come, ensuring Arun’s wealth until the end of his life and beyond.

Arun took a moment to envisage his tomb and elaborate offerings given to a supreme being. His coffin would be solid gold, his treasures would surround him and numerous sacrifices would be placed on the ground near his feet showing reverence for all eternity.

Samuel continued with hesitation. ‘We had just made a breakthrough when there was an explosion in the shaft. It created a large amount of debris and caused some of the ground to give way.’

‘So, what the hell does that mean?!’ yelled Arun as he felt his face boil with anger.

‘It will delay our progress by a day at least.’

‘A day. We can’t afford a day. If it takes that long, I will use you as an example of failure in front of our people!’ bellowed Arun as he attempted to calm himself without success. ‘So, you’d better tell me what the other incident is and be thankful that you are too far away to receive a whipping for the disappointment you’ve caused me.’

The phone fell silent momentarily as Samuel contemplated his next distressing revelation. ‘One of our jeeps was stolen, our chase vehicle captured and the men murdered.’

Arun did not reply, choosing to disconnect the call and seek solace with the maid who had just entered the room. When Arun had finished taking out his anger on her, she required treatment for tears between her legs and bruises across her breasts. He passed her a thousand dollar bill to buy her silence, noting with satisfaction that she had shame written all over her face.

Arun was amused. He received fulfilment in knowing that he could buy whatever he wanted, even a woman’s pride given so that she could feed her children.

It was still early morning, so Arun hurried to have a shower in his marble based, Italian styled bathroom, admiring his collection of elaborate furniture and art on the way. Unlike the coldness of the compound where he housed his drug operation, his home was warm and elaborate. It was the perfect example of his status in the society, exhibiting the best money could buy.

Inserted into the face of a cliff, the home was not visible from ground level and could only be accessed by boat. All staff were required to drive to a large fortified shed surrounded by a host of salt-resistant shrubs and trees. From there they caught the lift down to sea level and took a small boat to the private cove situated at the front of the home where they passed through a scanning machine before being allowed in. The entire project, designed to give Arun the highest level of security and privacy, took three years and 70 000 000 dollars to complete, although this did not include the cost and time to create the masterful natural rock and glass fascia that concealed the home amongst the rest of the cliff like a chameleon. Even Arun had trouble finding it on occasion and often relied on the GPS aboard his Baja series 405 cruiser.

Designed to handle all waters with precision, control and speed, it was also able to accommodate nine guests and sleep four. It was the ideal boat to entertain on and the pride of his fleet with the exception of his 30Y2K Superboat designed for speed in the open water no matter what the weather or conditions. As a child, Arun had made small wooden boats to play with to the scorn of his father who considered play a waste of time. If only his dead father could see him now. What pleasure he would gain from shoving his wealth in his father’s face.

Unlike other families, Arun’s parents succumbed to their poverty, selling him at the age of ten as a sex slave. He quickly escaped, physically unharmed but scarred with the trauma of being worth little more than a commodity. His hatred for his parents, although long dead from malnutrition, was the driving force behind everything he did in his life.

Quickly towelling himself off with his fluffy white Egyptian towels, Arun moved to his den and hurriedly consumed his breakfast of free range poached eggs and toast.

He was in a hurry.

Whilst in the shower, he had decided to fly to Tikal to chastise Samuel for failing to ensure things ran smoothly and to determine the status of the dig. He also wished to discover the reason behind the elaborate treasure hunt the archaeologists had embarked on and to wrap up proceedings at Tikal as quickly as possible. Without Santiano to act as a mediator between the government and the Tikal National Park, he feared that he would attract unwanted media attention.

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

Dale stared at the map in frustration. He had twisted it, turned it and stared at it but was no closer to uncovering its secrets or why Ferrero had chosen to give him this particular one in the first place. Common sense would tell him that Ferrero was having the last laugh, but Dale didn’t think so. He had seen the fear in his eyes and the piss that ran down his legs. Ferrero was a coward and was not smart enough to try and outwit him. The answer had to be here … but where?

Neither lateral thinking nor the addition of a magnifying glass was of any assistance to him, and Dale was on the verge of ripping it up when light filtered through the window opposite him. The rays shone through the thin paper, highlighting a barely visible black line traced on the opposite side of the map.

He had found it.

In conjunction with the road map and markers, the black line worked like a dot to dot puzzle and Dale could easily see the outline of a lizard. It’s tail corresponded with Santiano’s home and the tongue with a small inlet on the Texan coastline.

Dale swore loudly, ‘Shit!’ This was of no benefit to him. He was convinced that Arun’s business was based at Campeche, but the map told him otherwise. When he had initially discovered the children, he had quickly put two and two together. Children, particularly orphans, would not be missed and would provide the perfect solution to manufacturing a worldwide source of cocaine. They did not require wages, would be faithful and not likely to escape. The only problem was the trail on the map ended at Galveston, which did not fit with his theory.

Dale stomped up and down a little like a child until his eyes fell on the large port that was home to many boats from ocean-going liners to small pleasure craft.

It suddenly clicked. That was it. That was how Arun was sneaking these children undetected into Campeche.

He longed to get his hands on this despicable man.

Now what? His trail had ended and he fully expected Arun to have informed the boat crew that the children were not arriving. Although if it was a purpose-built boat, as he suspected, it would have no reason to leave and may remain in dock until the next shipment. He had to find out.

Galveston was over 200 miles away and Dale had to get there quickly. He had no option but to ditch Peter’s beloved Kawasaki at the airport and catch a plane. Although he had many employees capable of picking him up in a helicopter, Dale feared that the suspected spread of corruption had infiltrated his own office and could cause a breach of his initial directives. The long standing instructions had come directly from the White House many years ago and this was the first real opportunity they had to actually make a breakthrough. Dale could not afford to mess it up.

He decided that the most inconspicuous way to travel was by public transport, so he booked a seat on the first available flight from Austin-Bergstrom International Airport to Scholes Airport in Galveston. It was due to depart in eighty minutes, leaving him enough time to buy an extra large cup of coffee and properly secure Peter’s beloved bike which, to his immense relief, had survived unscratched. Peter would not forgive him otherwise.

He boarded the plane with a couple of minutes to spare and settled easily on the short flight. To be honest, he was looking forward to being fussed over and he was pleased to discover that this airline had a host of good-looking attendants to occupy his time. One particular lady caught his eye, bringing about the familiar twinge of desire and anger at his beliefs. It had been a long time since he had experienced the delights of a woman, partially due to his own inability to share himself, but mostly because he was opposed to one-night stands. He had strong personal principals, which he tried to adhere to, but noted that they were often to his detriment.

His gaze settled wistfully on a tall, dark-haired lady, instantly recognising her resemblance to Reynata. Despite her scars and personal demons, he found himself developing a love for Reynata that was not quenched by his regular visits. She had a strength about her that he greatly admired and his long suspected suspicion that she was the mother of Gillian only made him feel all the more connected to her. He worried about her although he was comfortable in the knowledge that Peter would take good care of her.

A sharp dip to the left jerked Dale out of his reverie as the short flight came to an end. He sighed as he climbed reluctantly from his seat, reflecting on his brief time of relaxation that was way too short. He decided that he was exhausted.

The airport was familiar to Dale, so he quickly made his way to the taxi rank and flagged down a passing vehicle. The driver was a nervous young man with pimples and greasy hair who spoke a little too much for his liking.

‘My name is Sean. Welcome aboard my limo,’ he joked as he pushed two empty cans of coke from the seat to make way for Dale.

‘Where can I take you to today? Your office, hotel, meeting?’ asked Sean, mistaking Dale for a businessman.

‘The marina please,’ replied Dale as he grinned at the young man. Despite his cool demeanour and friendly manner, it was not hard to determine that this was Sean’s first job. There were small beads of perspiration around his forehead and his hands shook as he put the car in gear. He smile was confident but his jaw and facial muscles tensed with fear.

‘Why did you stop your studies?’ asked Dale.

Sean’s eyes flashed with surprise at the unexpected question. He answered with hesitation. ‘Um … my family could no longer afford to fund my education, so I left school to pay for my living and to help support them.’ His face filled with bravery and determination belied only by his slouched posture and rolled shoulders. He spun the wheel and headed directly towards the masts visible in the distance. His driving was good.

‘So, what would you have wanted to do if money was not an object,’ asked Dale with interest. He liked this young man. The honesty he portrayed and the determination to assist his family to his own detriment was admirable. It was a characteristic most people could benefit from.

‘Well, as a boy, I had a fascination with planes. I suppose this is a common form of play for a child, but it was more than that for me; it was obsession,’ grinned Sean as he deftly avoided a couple of stray dogs and entered the gates into the port before pulling over.

Dale glanced down at the young man’s holey shoes and did something he had never done before. He had no idea what came over him, particularly since he had only known Sean for such a short time. He feared he would live to regret his brash decision.

My name is Major General Dale Bright of the United States Military.

Sean bowed his head in respect.

‘Here’s my card. I am a little busy over the next couple of days, but I have a staff job available in the office. It is not much to start with, but we will also give you the opportunity to study in the field of your choice, and obviously we have aircraft.’