“Yes?”
“He is being held in a warehouse out near Panza. It is a private place which belongs to the security police. He has been there for days. If you go there now, they will be told you are expected so that you can collect him.” Koroma handed Marquez a slip of paper with the address.
“Thank you, Major.”
“Our friends in the Security Police will also be expecting the agreed sum for the release of your friend.”
“That is understood Major. I have the funds, five thousand dollars.”
“Excellent,” said Koroma happily. “Then our business is complete.”
The man stalked back to his jeep, issuing orders as he went. The engines of the convoy rumbled into life and within seconds the trucks and jeeps were a distant light down the dirt road.
Marquez stood for a moment, breathed, and took in the cool
