Chapter 43

The next morning, we drove back to Venezuela and I soon found myself back in the first house, Andrea had taken me to.

I shuddered as I entered the bedroom, the memories seizing me. The sheets had been changed and were fresh and neat, hiding evidence of my struggle but it was still alive and well in my mind.

"It won't be long before the effect of those pills have set in," Andrea said, "then we will celebrate our marriage."

His words sickened my stomach. Four days had passed since he last forced himself upon me and I'm not sure I could survive it again.

"Anyway," he began taking his shirt off. "I'm going into Caracas to deal with the last of Richardo Gonzalez's cockroaches that avoided my little birthday gift to him. I will be back late this evening."

By 'birthday gift' of course, Andrea meant the bomb that blew up Gonzalez's entire house, all his friends and his body which had been strangled only two minutes before.