Just as Director Schultz sets up an inescapable net across Belize City, fully mobilizing to capture Ivan Petrov.
In the west part of the city, on a remote road near the border, a rundown taxi bumps along, its wheels kicking up clouds of dust.
Inside the car, Ivan Petrov's face is as dark as water, and he keeps urging the driver: "Faster! A little faster! As soon as we safely leave Belize, I'll give you another 500 US Dollars!"
The driver is a middle-aged local with dark skin who seems honest. He glances through the rearview mirror at the anxious Ivan and his two equally nervous subordinates, hands always on their waists, and murmurs: "Sir, rest assured, I'm familiar with this road, we'll bypass the checkpoints soon."
Ivan feels slightly more relieved, but the strong sense of crisis makes him like a rattled bird.
He was the first to receive a warning from the casino's insider, even a few minutes earlier than Ferming's call.
