The middle-aged man sighed and gripped the handrail of his luxury yaht so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
"Si, Senor, there is a lake," the man said, "near the Chateau where the Beringers live-"
"The Beringers? Is this where Alannah is with her husband?"
"Si"
The man now known as Alannah's father took a deep breath and simply said "Fine, take me there. I will deal with both of them myself."
"Her husband," the pilot said, "is a very powerful man. Yes, very powerful. Very dangerous. He runs the whole island. . . "
"And you don't think that I am? I simply want to talk to them at this time, if nothing works out then there will be hell to pay."
"Very well Senor, whenever you are ready to leave, I will take you."
"Maurice bring me the Cognac, the good stuff. Let us pray that talk over good booze will lead to the results I am looking for. Come,' he said to the pilot man, "Louis and Maurice you will come with me, the rest of you stay here, I will signal if there is any problems. Now let us get moving, time is money."
The group of men took off towards the awaiting plane, and then on to the island.