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It was a rough strip of land on the edge of the coast, hacked out of the jungle and running parallel with the sea.

At once, the clouds rolled in first red, then mauve, silver, green and black as if all the colours in the world were being sucked into a vast melting pot.

A single frigate bird soared over the mangroves, its own colours lost in the chaos behind it.

The air was close.

Rain hung waiting.

There was going to be a storm.

The single engine Cessna Skyhawk SP circled twice before coming in to land.

It was the sort of plane that would barely have been noticed, flying in this part of the world.

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If anyone had been curious enough to check the registration number printed under the wing, they would have learned that this plane belonged to a photographic company based in Jamaica.

This was not true.

There was no company and it was already too dark to take photographs.

They were all dark skinned, wearing faded jeans and loose, open-neck shirts.

The pilot had long black hair, deep brown eyes and a thin scar running down the side of his face.

They had introduced themselves as Carlo and Marc but he doubted these were their real names.

He knew that their journey had begun a long time ago, somewhere in Eastern Europe.

The pilot glanced down at the multifunction display in the control panel.

And tonight he would have preferred to have been going almost anywhere else.

Cayo Esqueleto. Skeleton Key.

There it was, stretching out before him, thirty-eight kilometres long and nine kilometres across at its widest point.

The sea around it, which had been an extraordinary, brilliant blue until a few minutes ago, had suddenly darkened, as if someone had thrown a switch.

Over to the west, he could make out the twinkling lights of Puerto Madre, the islands second biggest town.

The main airport was further north, outside the capital of Santiago.

He pressed on the joystick and the plane veered to the right, circling over the forests and mangrove swamps that surrounded the old, abandoned airport at the bottom end of the island.

The Cessna had been equipped with a thermal intensifier, similar to the sort used in American spy satellites.

He turned to speak to the man called Carlo but there was no need.

Carlo was already leaning over his shoulder, staring at the screen.

Carlo nodded. There was only one man waiting for them, as agreed.

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