Skeleton Key

saw made it more urgent for him to get out and warn the Americans. He was afraid he was going to miss the departure of the cars—and there wouldn‟t be a second chance.
    He opened the door again and looked outside. The cars were still there but the guards had gone.
    He looked at his watch. It was two o‟clock. If lunch hadn‟t finished already, it would do so shortly.
    It had to be now! He ran forward to the nearest car and felt for the boot release. Was it going to be locked? His thumb found the silver button and pressed and, to his relief, the boot opened. It was a big car with plenty of room. He threw himself inside, then reached up and pulled the lid back down, locking it. At once he was trapped in pitch darkness and he had to force himself not to panic. It was like being buried alive. He tried to relax. This was going to work. Provided nobody opened the boot to put luggage in, he wouldn‟t be seen. The limousine would drive him out of the plantation and when they were parked in Santiago, he would make his escape.
    Of course, the most difficult part was still to come. Alex couldn‟t see out of the car. He couldn‟t even see his own hand in front of his face. He was totally blind. He would simply have to guess when the driver and his passengers had gone and hope for the best. It was also impossible to open the boot from the inside. It was for this reason that Alex had brought along the gum. He would choose the moment and use the gum to blow his way out. With a bit of luck, he would slip away into the crowd before anyone realized what had happened.
    But already he was wondering if this had been a good idea. It was hot inside the boot. He could imagine the sun beating down on the car, and realized that he had locked himself into an oven.
    Sweat was oozing out of every pore. His clothes were already sodden and he could hear it dripping onto the metal surface beneath him. How much air was there in the trunk? If Sarov didn‟t make a move soon, he‟d have to blow the car open while it was still in the compound and face the consequences.
    He fought down the panic and tried to breathe as shallowly as he could. His heart was thudding in his ears. He could feel the muscle hard at work in his chest as it pumped blood around his body. The veins in his neck and pulses were beating in rhythm. He wanted to stretch his legs but he didn‟t dare move in case he rocked the car. The minutes ticked by—and then he heard voices.
    There was the echoing clunk of a car door opening and the whole vehicle shifted from side to side as its passengers got in. Curled up in a foetal position, Alex waited for the boot to be thrown open, but it seemed that the president, or whoever was in the limousine, had decided not to bring any baggage. The car engine started up. Alex felt the vibrations and then, suddenly, they were moving, with Alex being jolted up and down as they started over the makeshift road.
    After only about a minute they began to slow down again and Alex knew that they must be approaching the gate and checkpoint. That was another worry. Would the guards search the car?
    But he had already seen one limousine leave the villa that morning, and although the guards had been there he hadn‟t seen anyone open the boot. The car had stopped. Alex didn‟t move.
    Everything was black. He heard voices as if in the far distance. Somebody shouted something but he couldn‟t make out a word they said. The car seemed to have been there for ever. Why was it taking so long? Get on with it! Alex was finding it harder and harder to breathe. It felt as if the air was already running out.
    And then the car started forward and he let out a sigh of relief. He could imagine the barrier rising to let them through. The Casa de Oro would be behind them now. How far was it to Santiago? How would he know for sure when they were there?
    The car stopped again.
    The boot opened.
    Cruel sunlight came rushing in. Alex blinked, putting a hand up to protect himself.
    “Get out!” a voice said, in English.
    Alex climbed out, soaking wet with his own perspiration. Sarov was standing in front of him.
    Conrad was next to him, holding an automatic pistol, not even trying to hide the pleasure in his eyes. Alex looked around. The car hadn‟t even left the compound. It had simply rolled forward and turned round. That had been the movement he had felt. There were two guards watching him, their faces blank. One of them was holding a device that looked a little