The islands were stunning, set in the Indian Ocean; they were isolated, serene, hot and beautiful. For the first week they had eaten in either the res...rt's restaurant or, the rest of the time, they had feasted on the food delivered to their beach hut. This was in reality a luxurious, self-contained suite, set on the beach of a still, crystal-clear ocean - anything but a hut. They ordered their food from an extensive menu. It was delivered and put away for them, as if by magic, as soon as they. Still upset with himself and over the disagreement with the Djinni he didn't notice that the voice wasn't quite like Jasmine's musical tones.Picking up his turban and going to the entrance of his chambers he didn't see her anywhere. "Where are you Jasmine"?"Over here in the garden, hurry Ali". The voice called.As he made his way to the garden he didn't see the shadow flying from the garden. Iago had been watching at a distance through a window and had seen the lamp covered by the pillow. As. ‘You heard her Mr Newton. You’re being looked after by me from now on,’ he said. ‘My name is Paul, and what does looking after me entail?’ I asked stupidly. ‘You want to eat and drink I suppose?’ he said with a smile. I then realised how much I was dependant on him when I looked at both my arms stuck out in their plaster casts. ‘Oh, er, yes, I do see,’ and then I had other thoughts. ‘What about, er, you know what?’ I asked, looking down at my lower body. ‘That too,’ he laughed. ‘I’ve. I'll give you my cell number... Really? Where did you get it? Never mind, I don't want to know. You call me. Midnight, I don't care. I want as much as possible by Monday morning, I want the rest by mid-week if they have to drive it down here. Bring me the preliminary stuff as soon as you can sort it out and get it printed. Thanks, Paul."Special Agent Rebecca Hampton hung up the phone and leaned back in her chair. She closed her eyes and strained to remember every detail of last night's strange.