When Anthony and Jazmine went on thier honeymoon to southern Mexico they had no idea the dark trail that would unfold before them.
As Anthony and Jazmine embark on their honeymoon to southern Mexico, they have no idea the dark trail that’ll unfold before them. The couple signs up for an ATV tour and snorkel trip offered by their resort. Two days later Anthony stumbles out of the Mexican jungle bloodied, half dead and suffering from amnesia; he’s the prime suspect in Jazmine’s disappearance. Through his multiple interrogations, Anthony struggles to regain his memory in order clear his name and discover the whereabouts of his missing wife.
The international search for Jazmine reveals nothing and the F.B.I. are convinced that Anthony is involved, somehow. As bits and pieces of his memory return, he leads F.B.I. Special Agent Monroe on a trail of clues that implicate the couple’s ATV tour guides. Further investigation reveals that Jazmine has been sold to a drug-lord in Panama, and nothing will stop Anthony from trying to rescue her. As he enters the foreign country, the distraught husband only causes greater chaos.
With the F.B.I. in fast pursuit to Panama, the race against the clock begins. When the authorities close in on the suspect’s house hoping to recover Jazmine, a grueling discovery is made; Anthony is already at the house. As the case comes to a close, Anthony is shocked to discover that this wasn’t a random crime.
He tugged her off the ATV dragging her several feet away. Jazmine considered trying to fight; she sobbed feeling helpless and lost, not knowing what to do. The man removed a tarp from the ground exposing a large hole. Jazmine’s eyes grew wide with fear - this was her grave. He withdrew a rough home-made ladder from the growth of plants nearby. The soldier dropped it carelessly into the hole, ordering Jazmine to crawl down.
She backed away refusing to go near the edge. She turned and bolted into the trees but the soldier quickly apprehended her. He thrust her towards the opening, stating, “Either you get in, or I throw you in.” Overcome with dismay, she grasped the edge of the rickety ladder and wearily began the descent. It was awkward going with her hands tied together; her captor was very impatient. When she stepped off the last rung the man whipped the ladder out of the opening and walked away, leaving her stranded.
The damp smell of earth overtook her nose and crept into the back of her throat. She expected the guard to start shoveling dirt down on top of her at any moment, asphyxiating her under the soil. Unexpectedly, the whine of the 4-wheeler sounded and she listened as the man pulled away from her earthen prison. She diligently watched the opening hoping to see anything helpful, but all she saw was the overhanging tree branches fluttering in the soft breeze. Overcome with emotion Jazmine fell back against the hardened dirt wall and crumpled to the floor.