Myra’s eyes filled with tears. She smiled as she stuffed her beloved pearls into her own pocket. “What’s in the bag, Charles?” she asked when she finally got her tongue to work.

Charles laughed, a great, booming sound. “The yellow comforter.”

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

It was an island with no name. Nor was it on any map. Rumor had it that at one time the nine-mile-long island belonged to a Colombian drug lord. No one knew who the true owner was, nor did the vigilantes care. All they knew was that they were in a tropical paradise with every luxury their hearts desired.

They were enjoying an Olympic-size pool, tennis court, putting green, and a stable with six magnificent horses for the guests. There was also a guesthouse with eight bedrooms along with a dormitory-style room with a triple bath for unexpected visitors. The Sisters and guests had arrived on three Gulfstream jets, and the pilots were currently occupying the large dorm room. The staff consisted of two groomsmen, a five-star chef, three maids, two groundskeepers, and a majordomo of sorts.

The main house, or, as the girls called it, the mansion, itself held seventeen rooms, nine bathrooms, three powder rooms, a gourmet kitchen, and a dining room that seated twenty at its massive table.

The most important features of the island with no name that wasn’t on any map were the impressive landing strip—just off of which the three Gulfstreams nested inside a hangar that any international airport would have envied—the sleek white yacht at anchor whose crew stayed onboard, and the paved roads leading to the mansion from the landing strip. Then there were the six all-terrain vehicles in a seven-car garage that also held massive generators and Deepfreezes.

A sea of beautiful flowers, some wild, most cultivated, were profuse and every color of the rainbow. Yoko wandered around the formal flowerbeds and through the English garden in the back of the mansion, her eyes alight as she named flower after flower. The Sisters all agreed this very private place had to be one of the most beautiful spots in the world.

An island unto itself.

The guests of the island with no name were sitting poolside.

“This is beyond anything I’ve ever seen, even in the movies. Who owns it, Charles? Are we safe here? How did you find it? Can we trust the people working here?” Annie babbled as she sniffed the fragrant air that permeated the island.

The others looked up, wanting to know the answers as much as Annie did.