Mark and Jasmine joined the rest of the group downstairs around seven thirty and they chatted away, having a laugh and passing the time until dinner.Shortly before eight the chef appeared along with several of the waiting and kitchen staff and they began to lay out a buffet while the chef worked the grill. Mark had ordered a burger with some prawns on the side, while the rest of them ordered a mixture of steaks, chicken or fish.Jasmine was correct when she said how fantastic the aroma was of all the marinaded meat and fish cooking, as well as the various salads and side dishes the staff laid out next to the grill.When each of their dishes was ready they were walked up, given their plates by the chef then helped themselves to the hot and cold buffet. Mark ended up with a fantastic bacon cheeseburger made from bison on a bun, with fries, salad and some grilled prawns in a garlic and chilli sauce.Sitting eating an

Mark wondered if the old man was bluffing or if he truly had a covert CCTV system with complete coverage of the Island. He knew it technologically possible, and Benjamin Moore definitely had the funds, but to have something of that scale and keep it secret would be an extraordinary achievement. On top of that, even if Henry did have an insurance policy in the event something happened to him, who could he possibly trust with the knowledge? He frowned, watching the Englishman to try and figure out if he was lying or not."So what do you want?" Mark said eventually. "I mean you haven't done this for no reason, so what are you hoping to get out of it?""I'll discuss that when I'm good and ready, I think," The old man sniffed. "For the time being, you can leave my Jasmine alone. No more taking her in your bed, or in the shower. No more bathing together either." His face turned grim. "You leave her here when you leave tomorrow."

Mark frowned as he tried to concentrate. A confusing flicker of memories came back to him. Chatting with Myra and Maddy. He was running down the stairs from his suite. The trees flickered past him as he ran. A ladder going down underground. He jolted, stiffened and groaned all at the same time as the physical sensation of being tasered came back to him, mingled with the sound of the gunshot."Mark?"His hand moved up to touch his head and he saw it was red, covered in what had to be his blood. "I... I got shot?""No, Mark, you didn't get shot," Jasmine said quickly. "Do you know where you are?""Down the ladder." He mumbled, replaying the images. Why was he running? What was he running from? Or to?A new memory flickered, of Henry on his knees, with Mark pointing a gun at him. Mark could remember how angry he was, but not the words he snarled at the old man.Then it all came back.Descending the shaft, He

"Hello?" They heard Connor call, and by some unspoken signal, both Maddy and Myra rolled out the bed, leaving Mark under the covers. Maddy sat down on the bed and Myra walked towards the door."In here," She said.Connor appeared in the doorway with a bundle of clothes in his arms and handed them to Myra."Give us a minute. We've just cleaned him up, and we'll get him dressed."The Scotsman nodded and turned away, closing the door behind him."Right, you," Maddy said firmly, hauling back the covers. Myra tossed a pair of dark blue jeans to Maddy and dropped a hooded jersey and sneakers on the foot of the bed. She came around to the other side of it."Sorry about this," Mark said softly, now feeling a little embarassed at his nudity."Shut up, Mark," Myra said briskly as she helped Maddy maneuvre the trousers round his feet. Mark had to roll onto hi

They lay there for another ten minutes until Myra called through to let them know Mister Yousef had returned with Brian Kane in tow, along with a yawning Captain Wales. Mark and Jasmine quickly dried and dressed, then went out to meet them in the lounge of Mark's suite, with the doors securely closed. To their surprise, Brian greeted them with warm handshakes, admitting a moment later that he suspected for a long time that there was something off about Henry, and that when Mister Yousef told him what had happened, he wasn't really that surprised.Mister Yousef then briefed them on Brian's suggestion on how to deal with the situation. It seemed very simple, so much so that Mark kept looking for holes in it.Over the next couple of hours, Henry's body was to be wrapped in the bloodstained rugs, taped up and secured in trash bags and brought to the top of the hidden staircase. At seven o'clock in the morning, Brian and his team would gat