Eddie: If you saw the image you know as much as I do, a woman with a blonde wig, great body, and large dark glasses. The Federal database couldn't fin... her. That was four years ago.Lucille: Five years and two months since the murder.Eddie: Nobody cares about a drug cartel operative who gets killed doing business.Lucille: Senator Ames cares.Eddie: Why? Is he going to run for President?Eddie looked for a reaction. There was a small twitch in her face. He knew then that it was a political ploy.. Scott's plan called for a regular trade with a number of countries. He was looking to exploit the times by offering some of the Scottish surplus food for the opportunity of using the labour of other countries.If he could establish agreements with those areas that had the raw materials he wanted, he could send in small teams to extract the ores and use the locals to do all the work.He could set up regular shipments to Portugal, Spain, Italy, Greece and northern Africa so that he was shipping. It was then he realized she was crying, glistening silver tears falling down her olive toned cheeks. ‘Tayla?’ He rested his hands on her shoulders, then wrapped his arms around her, hunching his back so he could press his cheek against hers. ‘Baby, whats wrong? Why are you crying?’ He questioned her gently. ‘It’s nothing. Go away.’ She tried to pull away from him but he just held her tighter. ‘Please Dimitri, just leave me alone,’ Tayla whispered. ‘I can’t, my love. Your crying and I want to. My reverie is replaced with foreboding. I'm sure I'm going to be punished. I'm sure I'm not supposed to be "enjoying myself"...Andrei takes my arms behind my back and handcuffs them. I don't resist. There's no point, I would not win anyway. He stands holding my arms, keeping me upright. Neena bends down and straps my ankles to a metal bar – a leg spreader. My ankles aren't held very far apart, just far enough to stop me bringing my legs together.She gets up and opens the bag she brought in with.