‘What?’ asked the young man.
‘Nothing, nothing. Just say, “Yes, it is done.”’ The young man did as ordered and Luke held the phone back to his ear.
‘Good. I will have someone else call the police. They will be at his hotel in ten minutes from now. The drugs will make it look as though he died as the result of a deal gone wrong. Did you plant some of the stuff on him?’
‘As ordered,’ the young African man said at Luke’s behest, bewildered at the game he was playing.
‘Good. You will be paid the usual way.’
The phone went dead.
‘What was all that about, man? Are you in trouble?’ the young man asked.
Luke fished in the traveller’s wallet hanging around his neck for a twenty-dollar bill. When he went to hand over the money he saw the young man was staring at his right hand and arm, which
