She was slammed against a rough rock surface that knocked the breath out of her and she felt Rollie let go of her waist. "Oh my God, no!" she screamed out, "Rollie! God- Rollie, don’t leave me!"

Nothing but the water rushing around her touched her now. Angie was alone in the dark to die. She had no rush of life images flood her brain like people often spoke of in times like this, just the finality of it all. She wanted it to just end.

"Angie…" came the sputtering voice of Rollie from behind her and afraid to let go of the rock surface she was plastered against, she trembled and reached out with one hand into the dark.

"Rollie?" She was half-crying and hysterical. She felt his swaying hand hit hers and then the firm grasp form as he followed the length of her arm to her and came up behind her and leaned against her, panting and coughing.

"I thought you were gone," she cried out, sobbing into the rock against her face.

"Well, so did I," he responded and closed his arms around her tightly as he struggled to get a better footing, "but the good news is that I found the end to this water ride because I ran smack into it."

"And the bad news?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"Solid rock, Angie. There’s no way out- a dead end, I fear," he answered, and she turned around to face him, not being able to see his face but wanting to be where she could trace the outline of his face, his mouth and eyes.

"I love you Rollie," she said simply in the dark to his closeness. She was floating inside his arms now, having left the security of the wall as he held them against the wall, his long arms able to manage her well inside his physical net.

She felt his face and nose bump her own and his lips came down seeking hers for his response to her, "you’re my life, Angie…I love you so much…" and she heard him as his throat tightened and his voice strained in emotion, "this can’t be all it was to be, it can’t be!"

She felt for his lips with her own, his warmness refreshing her as she decided that she wanted to die like this, feeling like one entity in the darkness, no longer alone.

They withstood the water rush and darkness for sometime, waiting for the water to finally take them under, the air gone forever but a sudden rush of cold air whipped over their wet heads. They pulled apart; momentarily stunned as the water started to recede and they felt their feet touch the cave floor. A bluish light appeared from where Rollie had said the end of the cave was to their left.

Angie could see Rollie’s face now, his hair matted to his forehead as his dark eyes focused on her and he smiled, "Nice to see those baby blues," he told her as they waded toward the light.

There was a voice in Spanish yelling down to them beyond the blue light, which was dangling from a long tunnel in the ceiling that they could not have seen before. The man, who was shouting, pulled the light back up halfway and other voices started shouting.

"Yes! We are down here!" Angie screamed up at them as Rollie whistled loudly like he was calling a taxi in New York City.

A ladder appeared, dropping down to them and Rollie helped Angie on and followed her up, feeling his lifeforce incredulously altered. Arms reached out taking Angie and then help was there for Rollie as he came out and took a deep breath of sweet, clean, fresh air.

Local policia and a crowd had formed. What amazed both of them was that they were in an old medieval sewer that had run under the city close to the underground spring. They were fifty feet from the little restaurante they had dined in the night before.

An ambulance crew was insisting on taking Angie to a local hospital but she refused adamantly. Her burns were little more than superficial, a few that were second degree on her legs but she wasn’t about to leave Rollie. The water had sufficiently smothered the white phosphorus.

Rollie watched as she told the police her account of what happened in Spanish and by radio and phone, there was communication with the set where some very anxious people let out some hoops and hollers.

A car from the set arrived with Doolan driving. In the car sitting beside him was Syd. Rollie and Angie both clenched their fists in unison at his sight as Doolan stepped out.

"God! Rollie- Angie! We thought the worst!" he exclaimed, smacking Rollie on the back and hugging Angie but it was Syd they were both heading for as the director got out slowly from the car. Rollie noticed it first as he stood up in front of the man- the rope burns around his wrists and the gag marks around his mouth. There was a large bump on his head as well, as his eyes met Rollie’s wearily.

"Syd!" Rollie yelled out and grabbed the real Syd in his arms.

"Ouch, careful there, mate!" the old Australian director warned, "that son-of-a-bitch clobbered me good."

Angie breathed a sigh of relief that the real Syd wasn’t dead but then she was not happy that no one had seen the Loubar-Syd since he had run out of the cave, screaming for them to get help and disappeared. The real Syd had been found tied up in Dani’s room back at the villa.

"Syd, Dani is dead," Rollie said, lowering his eyes solemnly, "and your free motion cameraman as well."

"Dani- that bird I am not sorry about!" Syd said, spitting the ground in disgust, "she was in on my kidnapping, did you know?"

"She told me before she died, yeah," Rollie said, his voice trailing off.

"Jesus, I’m sorry about Mike Davenport though- best damn cameraman I had worked with in years!" Syd added, shaking his head.

"Syd, did you see Loubar?"

"That crazy, whiny-voiced buggar, sure!" Syd replied, gruffly.

Rollie smiled as Angie joined his side and he wrapped his arm around her tightly, "Did he say anything to you at all about why he was doing all of this? Anything?"

"Dani was telling him to stop, as I came to- and then I heard him talking to her soft like, and saying that if he didn’t find the tracker- he would kill them all."

"Tracker?" Rollie repeated, puzzled, "is that what he was looking for, some sort of tracking device?"

Angie looked up at him, puzzled as well. It was all so bizarre that he had gone to such measures when he could have easily just left the country after the shooting. They didn’t have any tracking device on him. What was he thinking?

"Well- I am sorry, old man, for this whole affair," Rollie told Syd, "you’re movie is a wash…"

"No pun intended, mate- eh?" Syd replied, winking, "oh well, just as well. I got a call from the Vatican just before we went to Madrid to talk with Production. They weren’t too happy with the St. Teresa script I had planned."

"Told ya," Angie said, laughing, "don’t mess with the Patron Saint of Spain."

"So, you really thought that Loubar guy was me?" Syd asked Rollie who was being covered by a blanket as well as Angie. The ambulance crew was shaking their heads at the crazy American movie people.

"Well, he drank like you and cussed like you," Rollie replied, winking.

"Yeah, the crew were all pretty pissed at me when I got to the set!" Syd told him, laughing, "the guy went through all my things but mostly- he drank all my hooch."

Rollie smiled as Angie shivered beside him, "Here, look then- Ange and I are going back to the villa and clean up and get a little rest."

Syd nodded as Doolan gave Rollie another smack on the back. He was happy to see his F/X friend alive and kicking.

The local police took Rollie and Angie back to the villa. Once in her room, Angie had pulled off what was left of her tattered clothes and started her shower. It would be good to get the cave water, the debris and the sewer out of her hair and off her skin. She winced as she touched the burns on her legs gingerly. The medics in Avila had bandaged the cut over her forehead. All in all, as she studied herself in the bathroom mirror, she just looked like she had been in an explosion and nearly drowned. She smiled, thankful for her life and Rollie’s.

Rollie had gone to his room to call Mira to tell her of the events that had happened and get any information he could about the possible tracker that Loubar was looking for on them. Angie had not spoken to him since the police car when he murmured about calling Mira in her ear. She was hoping that Mira would be telling Rollie that they had found whatever Loubar was looking for there in New York.

The steam from the shower began to rise and fog the mirror in the bathroom and she sighed and stepped in, letting the warm water fall over her in welcomed elegance. She had her head completely under the water, rinsing her hair and shampooing the sewer stench and debris from it when she heard the shower door open. She looked up startled, her reflexes like a cat now. Her heart skipped a beat for it was Rollie, the Rollie Tyler she had been asking for and then pushing away because of Loubar and his seduction. She stood there, with the water beating down on her as he moved closer and he surveyed her nakedness as she did the same to him. His hands moved to her face as he pulled her up against him, his mouth probing hers in a hungered search. He didn’t speak, nor did she as he kissed her and caressed her. She ran her hands over him, feeling his ache to love her in the tenseness of his muscles, and the command of his hands and mouth…

She woke, her face resting on Rollie’s chest and she watched it as it evenly rose and fell. He was deeply asleep, the mouth that had such a wonderful talent of speechless lovemaking was slightly opened and he snored slightly. Angie smiled and felt his body shift then and she moved her face from his chest and rested her head on her own pillow. The completeness she felt was so new to her, the loneliness gone from her heart. Loubar was a faded dream. He had lost.

Rollie woke up later, seeing Angie curled on her side away from him. He rolled over against her and slowly woke her, seeing her respond to his hunger again as if she was famished as well. By now, she had begun to challenge him and have him respond to her and he was awed by her allure and his love for her.

They heard the evening church bell in Avila toll six times and began to laugh as they lay spent but relaxed.

"Um, better go take a look in the mirror at that hair!" Rollie told her as she groaned to get up from the bed. Angie was not the least shy as she stood with her back to him and studied herself in the mirror totally naked.

"It looks like a put my finger in a light socket," she said, moving her head from side to side, "better go give it another rinse."

He watched her as she disappeared into the bathroom, watching her well-toned body move gracefully away. He fell back in bed, blowing air out of his mouth in a deep exhale and smiled. He would have never dreamed in a million years how he would feel at this moment. He had no tugging memories of Angie, his little pal or Manny’s little girl. There was only Angie, the woman whom he loved, respected and cherished. He had never felt for a woman like he did for Angie. There was really no comparison as he realized now.

There was a knock at the door and he called out, asking who it was. He realized that he had turned the phone off in the room, put the ‘se ruega no molestar’ on the door and had even turned off his cell phone. A message was slipped under the door with no response.

He got up, picking up the sheet of folded paper. Mira was trying to get him from New York.

"What’s that?" Angie asked, towel drying her hair as she stepped out of the bathroom. He was a little disappointed that she had wrapped herself in a towel as well and she grinned at his frown and then grabbed the paper from him.

"So, call!" She told him as she started to dress.

"Hold your horses, let me get my knickers on," he told her, stumbling over to find his clothes.

Angie laughed and proceeded to dry her hair. When she had finished, she found him finished on the phone as well. He had dressed and was sitting on the edge of the bed, tapping the phone to the edge of his mouth.

"Okay, what did she have to say? Rol?"

"Mira went back to the loft. I had Francis check everywhere as well. They didn’t come up with a single thing that Loubar could have been looking for…"

"Great," Angie responded, sitting down next to him, taking a deep breath, "I wish it was like how I found out where he was staying, you know- watching the video he made and seeing the keys and zooming them in."

"Hey!" he said, turning and looked at her, "yeah- you’re wonderful, Ange," he marveled and kissed her quickly, "I’m going to have Mira send me that video e-mail right now. I want to see the whole thing from the beginning."

"Rollie, God- don’t. It makes me sick to see how I…"

"I think I remember something toward the end, Ange" Rollie told her, his mind racing, "come on, what’s to get sick at now that you have been with the best and only Rollie Tyler!"

She swatted him with the wet towel on the bed and got up. He was already setting up her laptop and speakers. By the time he got back in touch with Mira and talked her through sending the e-mail that Loubar had sent him, Angie had gone out to get some food for them.

She met Syd coming from his room as she was coming back up with a bag of panollo and cheese that she scrapped up from the small villa grill before it closed.

"Hey there, little sis," he greeted, and she smiled for only the real Syd called her that. He looked at her happy face and he blinked, "or should I say, little miss lovey."

"What?" she asked, incredulously. "How…did?"

"Give it a rest, Angela- it’s written all over your face," Syd replied, tipping his cap to her and going over to his car.

She watched him drive off and raised her eyebrows. She looked in a car’s side mirror at her face. It looked the same to her. Shrugging it off, she went upstairs to find Rollie.

"Angie, come here, quick!" Rollie told her as she opened the door to her room and stepped inside.

He was sitting at the desk, looking at the video that Loubar had sent, the one she had seen as well over and over. She winced as Rollie played back and started the part where Loubar slapped her and she fell to the ground. After Loubar told her to think of him when she saw Rollie, Angie once again was filled with the terrible pain of that moment. Rollie however, was watching something else, something that Angie had not seen because of the continued pain from that whole scene.

"Look, look there as he turned to leave!" Rollie told her, pointing to the screen. Angie moved closer and saw what he was pointing at so emphatically. She could barely make out Bluey on the floor by Loubar’s left foot. The little robotic dog had put out his projection leg and a thin needle had shot out, going through Loubar’s ankle. When Rollie reran the video again from Loubar turning to go, he studied Loubar’s head as he walked out the door.

"Did you see that?" Rollie asked her as she watched Loubar’s head jerk slightly at the same time Bluey had zapped him with the needle.

"Yeah!" Angie said, and looked at Rollie, her eyes wide open and shocked, "I thought Bluey was deactivated by Loubar. That’s what he told me the night before…"

"I forgot, I bloody forgot that whole backup defense system when deactivation occurs when it’s not my fingerprints on his switch!" Rollie was grabbing his head as if it hurt.

"So, what does it do, what does sticking a little needle in Loubar’s ankle do for a defense measure?" Angie asked, still not understanding.

"Bluey was programmed to run silent as if deactivated until given a clear shot to penetrate the perp. I guess he saw his chance and ran with it."

"Rollie, what does the needle do?"

"Don’t you see? It’s a tagging device, injected through the skin. Once embedded there, the perp can be tracked. The range can be changed to scale down or up as needed. I have never had to use it and frankly, forgot all about it!" Rollie exclaimed as he smiled at his ingenuity.

"But couldn’t Loubar have just gotten the device removed?" Angie asked, still perplexed.

"No, that’s the beauty of it, it dissolves into the blood stream from there over a matter of days. The perp doesn’t know it is there. Loubar must have found out he could be tracked, it does register on a body scan for bugs as it has a radioactive center. He has been chasing me down trying to find out how to get rid of the tracker and me. It could make his life miserable from now on."

"Do you have the tracker?" Angie asked, not remembering anything like that at the loft.

"That’s the strangest part of all," he told her, stopping the video, "I never finished the tracker- needed a ion scanner chip for it and just well, it was bloody expensive."

"Is there a way for Loubar to get this radiation tag out of his system?" Angie asked then, trying to reason with Loubar’s urgency to either find the tracker or kill them.

"Not that I know of, it stays there I guess for some time. You know, it was your father that helped me make Bluey. He was the one that suggested the tagger device and brought me the radioactive marker."

Angie fell back on the bed. She couldn’t fathom her father with Interpol but after seeing and talking with Tio Guillarmo, a clearer picture of her father’s genius was forming.

They looked at each other at the same time and said in unison;

"We need to talk with Tio Guillarmo!"