ESCAPE FROM AMBERGRIS CAYE

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ESCAPE FROM AMBERGRIS CAYE

by
Joan Mauch

 

 

 

 

Published by

KINDLE DIRECT
PUBLISHING

 

 

Copyright 2016 by
Joan Mauch

 

All rights reserved.

 

Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of
this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including
infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is
punishable by up to 5 (five) years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

 

Names, characters and
incidents depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination and
are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations
or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of
the author or the publishers.

 

No part of this book
may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or
mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage
and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

 

 

 

Printed in the United
States of America

 

Contents

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Chapter 54

Chapter 55

Chapter 56

Chapter 57

Chapter 58

Chapter 59

Chapter 60

Chapter 61

Chapter 62

Chapter 63

Chapter 64

Chapter 65

Chapter 66

Chapter 67

Chapter 68

Chapter 69

Chapter 70

Chapter 71

Chapter 72

Chapter 73

Chapter 74

Chapter 75

Chapter 76

Chapter 77

Chapter 78

Chapter 79

Chapter 80

Chapter 81

Chapter 82

Chapter 83

Chapter 84

Chapter 85

Chapter 86

Chapter 87

Chapter 88

Chapter 89

Chapter 90

Chapter 91

Chapter 92

Chapter 93

Chapter 94

Afterword

ABOUT THE
AUTHOR

 
 

 

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

 

While there were countless sources of information that I
accessed during the course of researching and writing “Escape from Ambergris”, the
following were especially helpful and include: the Polaris Project; Cathy
O’Keefe, executive director of Braking
Traffik
; Tina
Frundt, trafficking survivor and founder of Courtney’s House;
Human
Trafficking Documentary
by MOTFT (YouTube);
The Slave across the Street
by Theresa Flores (
Ampelon
Publishing, 2010);
Human
Trafficking, Human Misery: The Global Trade in Human Beings
by Alexis A
Aronowitz (
Praeger
Publishers, 2009);
and
hours of online research on Belize and Ambergris Caye.

 

Thank you also to my friend, former TV producer, Beth Paul,
for keeping me on the right track with respect to TV news production and police
procedure; to members of the Iron Pen critique group, Kristal Shaff, Wayne Sapp
and Rich Miller for their tireless page reviews; and to my family for their
continuing support.

 

As has been repeated many times, it takes a village to raise
a child—the same can be said for writing and publishing a novel. Without the
assistance of everyone listed here as well as many who are not, this book would
not have become a reality. I would also like to acknowledge the encouragement I
have received from my readers. Without you, it would all be for naught. Thank
you all so very much.

Chapter 1

 

The weight of the gun surprised
Hester. It was cold, meat-locker cold—a dead thing. Oil stained the paper bag
she’d hid it in. She abhorred the mechanical stink of it. Tears filled her dark
brown eyes, making the weapon appear wavy, as though under water. She began to
sob.

Her free hand made its way behind her
ear where she traced a circle of rough skin. Almost without realizing it, she
pinched and scratched the hated thing, as if she could somehow obliterate it.

Looking out the window at a
cement-grey sky, she breathed a long heavy sigh. The rainy weather made her
despair even more palpable. Never had she imagined life would serve up such a
cruel helping. For her, things wouldn’t get better, no matter what she did or
how hard she tried.

Taking in a lungful of air, she
wiped her cheek on the sleeve of her thin yellow blouse. What she had to do was
clear. There was only one path available and much as she would have liked to go
a different way, there simply was no other.

She had been fondling the small
revolver for several minutes. It felt warm, having absorbed heat from her
sweaty palm. It seemed to reach out to her, beckoning almost seductively. It
won’t be that hard, it seemed to say.

The shabby room was barely nine by
nine with a single
curtainless
window to which
ornamental security bars were attached. A metal frame bed sporting a lumpy
mattress and a three-drawer bureau populated it. Carved out of the wall was a
minuscule closet scarcely large enough for her few articles of clothing.

Hester wouldn’t miss the place, for
damn sure. Unable to tolerate life any longer, she knew without a doubt only
she could change it—and for her the change-agent was this gun.

The odor of yet another greasy
supper wafted its way up the stairs and beneath her bedroom door. Rather than
stimulate her appetite, it made her nauseous. The damned dog was barking again.
That was another thing Hester wouldn’t miss.

She swallowed, tried to push down
the lump in her throat and then glanced at the cheap watch encircling her
wrist. A faint smile played on her lips as she recalled the joy she’d felt upon
receiving it. It had been a gift from her mother the last Christmas she was
home.

Remembering that caused Hester the
same exquisite pain it had countless times before. Intense longing for her
family overwhelmed her, nearly threatening her resolve. Tears came in swift
moving torrents, overflowing her cheeks and dripping onto her lap. Annoyed with
herself, she shouldered them away and returned to her plan.

It was time. If she delayed or lost
her nerve, the opportunity may never present itself again and she’d be trapped.
For the rest of her life, however short or long it might be, she’d be
stuck—like a pig in mud, she’d be up to her ears in it, incapable of changing a
thing. Hester understood this with deadly certainty.

The revolver drooped in her hand,
its barrel pointing to the floor. Hester had never handled a weapon before but
had watched countless TV shows in which they were used. The shooter “cocked”
something before firing. She located a knobby thing on top and pulled it back.

Her hands trembled.
Geez, get a
grip girl
, she counseled herself, there’s only one chance to get this
right. If she screwed up, she knew without a doubt the consequences would be
dire.

Taking in several mouthfuls of air,
as if preparing for a race, Hester hooked her long black hair behind her ear,
raised the gun to her right temple—and fired.

Chapter 2

 

Jackson Taylor panned the street as
he filmed B-roll for the story.

“C’mon, let’s go. We’ve been at
this long enough,” Izzie, his reporter whined. “I’m sick of this stupid
festival.” She gave her photographer a hard look. “It doesn’t have to be
perfect,
ya
’ know.”

Ignoring her disparaging comment,
Jackson continued videotaping. New to Tampa, this was his first experience with
Gasparilla and he was more than a little intrigued.

“So, what’s it about?” He stopped
recording and glanced at his reporter who tapped her foot on the sidewalk, her
arms folded tightly across her chest.

She sighed. “It supposedly
celebrates a Spanish pirate who operated around here a long time ago. The
festival starts with the landing of a ship in the bay. Then the city’s invaded
by pirates and the mayor turns over the key to the city. That marks the
beginning of the festival. It’s
kinda
stupid if you
ask me.”

Jackson wrinkled his forehead. “So,
what’s a Gasparilla? Some sort of drink?”

“Not
what
, silly,
who
.
It’s that pirate, Jose Gaspar.”

“And the festival lasts how long?”

“Seems like forever.’ Letting out
another sigh, she said, “It starts with the children’s parade—which was last
week, goes into the Pirate Festival and merges into the
Sant’yago
Illuminated Knight Parade. There’s even the Gasparilla Distance Classic races;
the Bay Area Renaissance Festival; Strawberry Festival; the Gasparilla Festival
of the Arts; the Gasparilla Music Festival and the GIFF.”

Before Jackson could ask what GIFF
stood for, she added, “GIFF’s the Gasparilla International Film Festival. I
wish they’d just call the whole thing, “All Things Gasparilla” and be done with
it. The whole thing’s one big bore.”

“Brings in lots of tourists though,
right?”

“Yeah, something like four hundred
thousand people—and, as you know, traffic’s tied up like nobody’s business.”
Her face flushed, Izzie seemed about to lose her temper. “If you don’t have any
more questions, can we go now?”

Normally slow to anger, Jackson
swallowed and bit his lip. “Sure, give me a minute to wrap this up.”

“I’m not standing around waiting
for you all day.” When he didn’t respond, she added, “I’m going back to the
van.”

Jackson watched as she turned her
back on him and walked down the block. Then he touched the keys in his pocket
and grinned. She wasn’t going anywhere.

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