She turned to Cathy. blood trickled from her split lip. Tears ran down her face. Her anger was spent. She just felt numb.Linda went and sat beside Mag...ie. “Its my fault really,” she said. “Cath, go and sort you face out, I’ll explain to Maggie, if I can.”Linda watched as Cathy left the room. She began talking, though she had no idea what or how she would talk her way out of this one. She was still talking when Cathy returned to the room, looking more composed, and wearing a sarong. Though she. During our search I had checked the bottom of the wagon to see if they had a secret compartment in their wagon similar to ours. I was unable to find it until I got to the front of the wagon. Under the front seat I found a small box in a hidden compartment, that when opened was found to be full of gold and silver coins. I slipped the box into a barrel of flour and told no one of the find. When I emerged from the wagon I showed the men the papers I had found and claimed the barrel of flour for. Kyle was also a hit with the lads; tall, olive complexion with a gym-toned physique. No doubt each of the guys were sizing up each other and wondering what might be under each of their shorts.We agreed to leave the pub around a half-hour later as the guys had a drink or two under their belts. The last member to join us was Johnny – he was too shy to meet us in the pub so he met us in the street up the road from the pub. Being twenty-five and the youngest member of the group, Johnny was very. The mule would die even if they were rushed to the hospital. I had overheard one of the men making the pellets talking about a mule who died in the United States. The team at the other end had gutted him like a fish to get the heroin then dumped his body in the trash. He hadn't received last rites or even a Christian burial. His soul had gone straight to hell.I didn't know what to do; I did know that I couldn't just dump the pellet in the airplane toilet. It might be found and US Customs would.