In another part of the world, Proserpina Delano also had her small hand on her mound. She sighed, biting her lip. Had she made a colossal blunder by rushing out to Montenegro?

The airstrip itself was on a plateau and although the traffic was not too heavy, there had been an accident on the narrow highway leading into the city of Velgarin. So, their little convoy of two cars had been stuck in the hills for two hours. She sighed and shifted. She so wanted to use the washroom, but there was no way she could step outside.

The uneasy feeling of being watched persisted. It had plagued her throughout...