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finds
you and shows up, then what?” Martha whistled softly like she
had a secret. Maggie poked her in the arm. “Deets,” She
demanded.
    “Well, I sort of anonymously reported him
as a terrorist, so his passport will get flagged in customs.”
Martha grinned.
    “And!” Maggie prompted.
    “And … I sent your police files and
a copy of the restraining order to the Belize police department.”
Martha’s grin turned into a full-blown devious smile. “If
he shows up, Senor Jefez, the commissioner of police, assured me
himself that they will crawl up his ass with a microscope. I even had
him send that to me in writing.”
    Gwen was speechless but Maggie wasn’t.
“OH, HELLS YA! Martha, you are amazing.”
    Martha shrugged and winked at Gwen. “I do
what I do.”
    Gwen wasn’t amused. “If he finds
out, he might go after you, Martha.” Her concern for her friend
and attorney overrode the appreciation she knew she should feel.
    “Oh, man, I wish he would.” Martha
hooted. “Concealed gun permit, two hours a week at the firing
range, a black belt in martial arts, and three days a week with a
personal trainer would be put to good use on that bastard. In all the
battered-women cases I handle, not once have I been able to dole out
the deserved justice.”
    Gwen wished she were more like Martha or even
Maggie. Neither of her friends would ever have ended up with a John.

Chapter
Four

    Turned out the wealth of his time did not hold
much value in the twenty-first century. It was the forethought of Gia
passed through generations that created the legacy of wealth Enrique
gave him in the form of paper called money, bonds, and stocks. When
he’d tried to give it to Enrique, his nephew had laughed.
‘Trust me, uncle, I am quite … comfortable. I will put
it back into the safe for you with your other things.’
    With Enrique's help and his own natural talent
for language, Arka began to get the feel of the modern world. He
still couldn't drive like Enrique and found shoes very uncomfortable,
preferring to be barefoot as much as possible. It took six months of
helping without invitation at the site of his village before the man
in charge had taken notice of Arka and Enrique. Dr. Hanson had
broached Enrique first. “Why do you come here every day and
donate your time?”
    Enrique had shrugged. “My uncle and I have
a love for our heritage. By helping, we ensure that our family’s
artifacts are in good hands.”
    Arka had joined in the conversation using the
English he'd picked up. “I am quite knowledgeable on the
history of this area.”
    Dr. Hanson had narrowed his eyes with suspicion
and held up an artifact. Though it was cracked and chipped, Arka knew
without question that it had belonged to Arjuna. Sometimes the
reminders of those long past people he cared for overwhelmed him.
“Tell me what this is.”
    He was being tested. The man in charge was very
fluent in his culture, though they did not have everything accurate.
Arka was surprised at how much the people of this time correctly
deduced from mere remnants. “It is a jade jar with the image of
Ixchel, the Moon Goddess. It was used by a rites priestess to hold
special purification herbs.”
    Dr. Hanson looked hard at the image on the jar.
“We don't know what the jars held or what they were used for …
but you are correct about the Ixchel.” He seemed interested in
Arka’s disclosure. “Why do you think it held herbs?”
    Enrique chuckled. “From our fathers, and
their fathers and so on and so on.”
    Arka picked up on Enrique’s clue of how to
reinforce the credibility of his knowledge. “My father told me
when a boy reached manhood he was sent to the priestess. She would
use herbs to purify both the man and herself, and then she would
train him in the rites of pleasuring women.”
    “Hmm. An interesting theory.” Dr.
Hanson smiled in a friendly manner and extended his hand. “Well,
gentlemen, you looking for a paid job?”
    Arka followed Enrique’s