“Attractive place,” commented Guy as he pulled into a space near the main ferry. “That must be it,” said Rose, pointing to a gleaming superstructure sitting on the water in front of the Moroccan ferry. “It's "The Odin" the one we spotted from the air.”
“Guess you’re right,” said Guy scanning its decks with his binoculars. “There doesn’t appear to be much going on, come on.”
They walked down to the waterfront and looked closer. “We’ve got two hours, let’s go and eat, I’m famished.” They sat at a small coffee shop looking over the sea with the Alcazabar towering behind them. Guy closed his eyes and relaxed. “Guess we can make a holiday out of this for a while.”
“Should have told Monty we were coming here,” said Rose thoughtfully.
“He has no jurisdiction in Europe, we are on our own. Come
