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“I’m in, Mrs. Brice.”

“Then you’d better hurry home and pack,” Brice said.

CHAPTER 5

BARBARA WALTERS: Why did you change your name to Gabriel Sun after you were released from prison?

CHARLIE MARSH: In the Bible, Gabriel is an angel who serves as a messenger from God and I felt that a greater power, be it God or Allah or whatever, had chosen me to be His messenger when Crazy Freddy tried to murder the hostages. And, of course, the sun is a symbol of the i

WALTERS: What were you feeling when Freddy stabbed you? Were you afraid you’d die?

MARSH: To the contrary. When Freddy stabbed me I was filled by my i

WALTERS: Many of the hostages said that you were able to convince Mr. Clayton, who was one of the most violent prisoners in the penitentiary, to stop his assault on the guard by telling him you loved him.

MARSH: That’s true, Barbara. When I was infused by my i

The seat-belt light flashed and a flight attendant a

A blast of thick, hot air struck De

The sun was so bright that De

The outside of the terminal had been painted a drab brown and the middle of one wall was taken up by a larger-than-life image of Jean-Claude Baptiste’s smiling face, above which was the greeting, WELCOME TO BATANGA. The president’s eyes seemed to focus on De

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“You from World News?” he asked.

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“Let’s get out of here,” he said, and headed for the door.

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“Do you have the money?” Charlie asked as soon as they were in the car.

“Yes. It’s in the lining of my suitcase.”

“The full seventy-five?”

“It’s all there.”

“Thank God,” Charlie intoned, closing his eyes briefly.

Moments later, they were careening down a two-lane highway just as the sun was starting to disappear behind a row of low green hills. De

“Are we going to my hotel, Mr. Sun?” De

“Marsh, Charlie Marsh. Call me by my right name.”

“So, you don’t go by Gabriel Sun anymore?”

Charlie glared at him for a second before returning his eyes to the road in time to veer around a stray goat.

“Forget about all that Sun shit,” he said when they were out of peril. “That’s way in the past.”

“Okay.”

The Volkswagen drove by an outdoor market that had been set up in a clearing at the side of the road. De