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Inwardly, Pitt felt a flood of guilt at not recognizing Rita as a woman who was capable of murder. He cursed himself for not accompanying Renee, for sending her alone to release her killer.
He muttered, "Oh God, no!" under his breath at the sight of Renee, stripped nude, lying on the bed with her legs together, arms outstretched in the position of a cross. The image of the Odyssey logo, the Celtic White Horse of Uffington, had been carved into her stomach.
Rita had acted compliant and docile when Renee removed the duct tape from around her arms. But when Renee, innocently unaware that her life was in jeopardy with five men less than ten feet away, knelt to remove the duct tape from Rita's legs and ankles, the witch clenched her hands and brought them down in a vicious chop to the nape of the neck. Renee dropped without uttering a sound.
Rita quickly removed Renee's clothes, laid her out on the bed and pressed a pillow over her face. There was no struggle. Already unconscious, Renee was never aware of being smothered to death. Then Rita took a pair of hair scissors from Pitt's shaving kit in the bathroom and carved the image of the Celtic horse on Renee's stomach. From start to finish, the hideous act took less than four minutes.
Moving quickly toward the forward section of the boat, Rita came up through the bow hatch, shielded by the pilothouse. Out of sight of the men conversing on the stern deck, she climbed over the side and slipped into the water without making a splash. Then she swam underwater to the opposite side of the dock, reached the shore and crawled through the thick vegetation that covered the bank. In the exact moment Giordino discovered Renee's body, Rita disappeared into the jungle.
"The woman cannot get far," said Ortega. "There are no roads leading in and out of Rio Colorado. She cannot flee into the jungle and live. My men will apprehend her before she can obtain air transportation or a boat."
"All she has is the bikini she's wearing," Pitt informed him.
"She took no clothes?"
"Renee's clos
et is still closed and her clothes are scattered on the deck," said Gunn, pointing to where Rita had thrown them.
"Does she have money?" Ortega asked.
Pitt shook his head. "Not unless Renee had some on her person, which I doubt."
"Without money or a passport, she has no place to run except the jungle."
"Hardly a place a woman could survive in only a bikini," said McGee, who stood in the doorway.
"Please secure the cabin," instructed Ortega. "And do not touch anything."
"Can't we at least dress her?" Pitt requested.
"Not until my forensic staff arrives and conducts a formal examination."
"When can we remove her for a flight to the States?"
"Two days," Ortega replied politely. "In the meantime, please remain here and enjoy Mr. McGee's hospitality until you can all be questioned and reports filled out." He paused to look down at Renee indifferently. "She is from your country?"
Dodge could not bear to look at Renee and turned away. "She lives in Richmond, Virginia," he whispered in a voice that choked.
Pitt looked at Gunn. "We'd better inform the admiral."
"He won't take this sitting down. If I know him, he'll demand Congress declare war and send in the Marines."
For the first time, Ortega's eyes widened. "He would do what, senor?"
"A play on words," said Pitt, ignoring the police inspector and drawing a blanket over Renee.
Rita hurriedly made her way through the jungle, staying close to the riverbank until she reached the Rio Colorado Sport Fishing Lodge. She followed the signs on the walkway to the swimming pool. Wearing her bikini, she fit right in with the other fishing widows lying around the pool while their husbands indulged themselves trolling for tarpon and snook in the river.
Ignoring the stares from the pool attendants and waiters, she snatched up a towel from an empty lounge chair and draped it over one shoulder. Then she stepped along the walkway between the lodge's rooms. Finding one where the maid was cleaning the room, she stepped inside.
"Tome su tiempo." She told the maid to take her time, acting as if it were her room.
"Me casi acaban," the maid replied, as she carried the dirty towels to her cart on the walkway and closed the door.
Rita sat at the desk, picked up a phone and requested an open line. When a voice answered, she said, "This is Flidais."
"One moment."
