‘Here’s your drink,’ she said, returning to his side in the cockpit. ‘Cheers!
‘Cheers,’ he said.
There was no turning back now, he told himself. Not that there ever had been.
The centre of Stone Town was fully awake. The lanes and squares were alive with the sounds of music and chatter, the aroma of exotic foods and spice, and the sharp tang of sweaty bodies. Luke meandered his way through the throngs of tourists and locals.
He decided to get some food and maybe squeeze in a drink at the Africa House pub before delivering the diver’s pack and turning in at his own hotel. Down on the waterfront, near the Old Fort, rows of vendors had set up their stalls for the evening food market. Luke’s mouth watered as he inspected skewered prawns, fish, beef and chicken pieces sizzling atop smoky ch
