Last 3 drabbles posted together. Thank you for reading and sticking with this story to the end. Usual disclaimers apply.


Finding his cabin, Andrew threw himself headlong on the bed, then jumped up and started to bounce on it like a three year old. Relief and excitement coursed through him as he danced round his cabin, high on adrenaline.

Calming down a little, he sat and took stock. The liner stopped in Florida, where he could pretend to have a migraine and not disembark. After that, out of American waters and onto Montego Bay, Jamaica. There, he would jump ship, explaining he'd been recalled to work by an urgent phone call. Until then, he would lay low and be discreet.


After enjoying several days of luxury, Andrew stood at the debarkation point, suitcase in hand, having successfully spun a tale of urgency and woe for the ship's captain and crew.

He toyed with staying in Jamaica for a few days, soaking up the Carribean culture, but decided to press on whilst his luck held. After taking the shuttle to the Norman Manley International Airport at Kingston, he scanned the departures board with an increasing sense of delight.

Now to wheedle his way onto the standby flights list. The 15:15 to Caracas would do nicely. No US extradition treaty in Venezuela.


Clearing Venezuelan immigration after a comfortable flight, Jane exited the airport and stretched, breathing in deeply. A new country. A new life. He'd made it! Though he couldn't ignore the stab of regret at leaving the team, and especially Lisbon. He hoped beyond hope that she would be OK.

After a night spent in an airport hotel, booked under his own name this time, Jane took the next train for the coast. At first he wandered the region. But after three weeks he stopped in a quiet seaside village just off the main tourist trail. This place would do nicely.