”She’s not polite. “I was here many years ago,” she says. “It was not like”—she waves her cane disdainfully—”this. Why have you allo...ed it to deteriorate this way?”He laughs shortly. “You want spend hundreds thousands dollars make better?” he asks scornfully.It’s been a magical day. She’s found Minacou on her very first stop without any of the effort and time she’d expected, Minacou is in good health ... why not push her luck?“Yes,” she tells him. “I think I might.”viii.She’s aware of how she. Let’s go to a quiet bar in the casino and count our quarters and have a drink?’ She readily agreed and I led the way to my favorite bar in the casino—relatively dark, no singers and few tourists. We counted the quarters. I know, you go to the cashier and she throws your bucket of quarters into a machine and in mille-seconds the machine says how much money you are to be paid. However, tourists like to count their quarters, so we counted, drank, and talked. I thought, ‘This is a completely. No stroking or grabbing when not in your quarters."They both nodded. "Goodbye," they said together, and boarded their ride."Oh, and tell the S's I said hello!" Bianca shouted.The copter ride, though noisy and an hour long, was uneventful. It landed on the helipad then took off as soon as they unloaded their two bags.As they looked around a feeling of déjà vu hit them. They had spent so much time studying the island the day before, everything around them was familiar.A hundred feet from them was. Buildings and streets were empty and dreary without the presence of human life, any life.Traffic circles at intersections along the highway slowed them down enough to see where they were going. At the third roundabout, they turned north onto what appeared to be the main business sector. The deserted street was broad with wide sidewalks lined with shops, offices, banks, even an old cinema. Most of the buildings were made of solid bricks and appeared to be in good shape. Their windows and doors,.