A09The Sands Of Time - 1988 by Sidney Sheldon

Author:Sidney Sheldon
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

I’ve hit the jackpot! He could feel his pulse begin to race. If this is what I think it is, I’m going to be a rich man

a very rich man.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

She was naked in her bed, and she could feel the male hardness of Benito Patas pressing into her groin. His body felt wonderful, and she moved

closer to him, grinding her hips against him, feeling the heat growing in her loins. She started to stroke him, to excite him. But something was

wrong. I kil ed Patas, she thought. He’s dead.

Lucia opened her eyes and sat up, trembling, looking around wildly. Benito was not there. She was in the forest, in a sleeping bag. Something was

pressing against her thigh.

Lucia reached down inside the sleeping bag and pul ed out the canvas-wrapped cross. She stared at it unbelievingly. God just performed a miracle

for me, she thought.

Lucia had no idea how the cross had gotten there, nor did she care. She final y had it in her hands. Al she had to do now was to slip away from the

others.

She crept out of the sleeping bag and looked over to where Sister Teresa had slept. She was gone. Lucia looked around in the darkness, and she

could barely make out the figure of Tomás Sanjuro at the edge of the clearing, facing away from her. She was not sure where Rubio was. It doesn’t

matter.

It’s time to get out of here, Lucia thought.

She started to move to the edge of the clearing, away from Sanjuro, bending low so she would not be seen.

At that instant al hel broke loose.

Colonel Fal Sostelo had a command decision to make. He had been given orders by the prime minister himself to work closely with Colonel

Ramón Acoca to help capture Jaime Miró and the nuns. But fate had blessed him by delivering one of the nuns into his hands. Why share the credit

with Colonel Acoca when he could catch the terrorists and keep al the glory? Fuck Colonel Acoca, Fal Sostelo thought. This one is mine. Maybe

the OPUS MUNDO wil use me instead of Acoca, with al his bul shit about chess games and getting into the minds of people. No, it’s time to teach

the scarred giant a lesson.

Colonel Sostelo gave specific orders to his men.

“Don’t take any prisoners. You’re dealing with terrorists.

Shoot to kil .”

Major Ponte hesitated. “Colonel, there are nuns up there with Miró’s men. Shouldn’t we—?”

“Let the terrorists hide behind the nuns? No, we’l take no chances.”

Sostelo selected a dozen men to accompany him on the raid and saw to it that they were heavily armed. They moved noiselessly in the dark, up the

slope of the mountain. The moon had disappeared behind clouds. There was almost no visibility. Good. They won’t be able to see us coming.

When his men were in position, Colonel Sostelo shouted, for the sake of the record, “Put down your arms. You’re surrounded.” And in the same

breath he cal ed out the command, “Fire! Keep firing!”

A dozen automatic weapons began to spray the clearing.

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