Doing so, they had been taken to the airport by a friend of Daryle's mother, going to Athens for the weekend. They had checked in at the airport, and Diona's heart skipped a beat at the realisation that, for the second time in less than a week, her sister had forgotten to take their passports. Before heading off to find Daryle, she raced to the check in desk and begged the clerk for a replacement passport. He promised to do his best. Diona made the necessary calls to her father and to the two airport police officers whom she knew. They assured her Daryle was not in any danger, even if they did not as concede that she would have to report them missing to the police. Hating herself for doing so, Diona lost no time in relaying the official's message to her sister. For the next few hours, she paced the airport, alternately listening to the reassuring words coming over the airport radio, and hoping against hope that her sister had found her way to the police before everything spiralled uncontrolled.
Richard Mark Lynch, a renegade soldier and desert fighter, breaks free of the systems of Oakland to find a new way to live. He goes from city to city, region to region, seeking her--the woman he was created to love.
The moment the man heard the key turn in the heavy door, he darted across the room and out the door. He made his way out of the building and ran straight into the arms of a policeman. \"Thank God, you have come,\" he stammered. \"My wife...I have been sending messengers back and forth for hours...the newspapers said she had been kidnapped, but I did not believe it.\" 7211a4ac4a