Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Saylor was sat on the very back row clapping just like the others in the audience as the Pogues stood from their seats.
She never wanted anything to do with the gold and that included the fame and recognition that came with it. No one knew that she was with them in El Dorado, they all believed that she was with her mother back on the mainland because that's the story that was told.
Everyone began to separate into their own little groups and Saylor was about to leave until she was stopped by a unknown older man wearing a suit. "An interesting route to take, not wanting people to know you were there."
Saylors breath hitched, no one had questioned her make belief story until now and it wasn't that this man was doubting her, he spoke as if he knew it was a fact. "Sorry, I don't know what your talking about." She shook her head before trying to get past him.
"I know exactly what I'm talking about." His voice was now harsh as he held out his arm in front of her so that she couldn't walk any further. "I know that you...."
Saylors heart drummed harshly against her chest as he told her something no one else could know. It was something she had done after returning to the island. Something only Barry knew and something that would get her in massive trouble if anyone else found out.
"You've been watching me." It was the only way he could know the information he did.
She was being stalked.
"I've been conducting research." He corrected her.
Saylor stood in shock at his revelation as he walked over to the table her brother and the Pogues were gathered around. It dawned on her that all this time she was being watched and she never knew.
She took a second to collected herself before following after him, not caring that the Pogues who she very much so was on bad terms with we're going to be involved in the conversation.
The Pogues all looked at Saylor completely baffled as she joined them at the table staring daggers at the man who was yet to reveal his name.
"I was wondering if you would all be so kind as to look at an item of mine." He lifted his briefcase onto the cloth covered table.
