The Sisterhood Of The Rose The Recollection Of Celeste Levesque Jim Marrs by Jim Marrs 9781934708521, 1934708526, B003P9X762 instant download after payment.

GISELLE TCHAIKOVSKY FELT A VAGUE apprehension as she watched the new twin-engine, twin-tail Beechcraft Model 18 lift off the packed-dirt runway at the airfield near Belize City. As it gently lifted in the warm humid air, the dark cowling and yellow paint of the craft made it look like one of the brightly-plumed toucans inhabiting the verdant jungle not more than 50 yards from the chain-link fence at the end of the runway. She turned and pulled a large straw hat over her blonde hair to block the brightness of the midday sun. Squinting in the intense light, Giselle saw the only sign in evidence was a badly-faded, handpainted board hung over a decrepit wooden shack. “Aeropuerto Belize” was its message. Scanning the tiny reception shack, two run-down hangers, and the freestanding control tower, she knew that once again civilization as she knew it was far behind her. This small military airfield near the base of the Yucatan Peninsula was a far cry from the hustle and bustle of the Miami airport she had left just two days ago. But she was used to caring for herself in the Central American jungle. After all, she had just spent the past several months there on an archeological dig site prior to her brief return to the States. She had no apprehension over the primitive condition. The apprehension came when she found no sign of Jim or the guides. It was not like Jim to be late, especially since they had been apart for almost three months. She knew the yearning to be with him that she felt, so she had a pretty good idea of how he must be missing her in return. Trudging toward the seemingly deserted reception area with her baggage in tow, Giselle stopped to light a cigarette and tried to muster up some good humor. After all, she thought, how fortunate it was that there was this small military airfield in British Honduras. She