Chapter 2
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Chapter 2Richard looked at the call-display in disbelief. He would know that mobile number anywhere. Hjamal! The man must be in Canada again. All of the memories came flooding back to Richard’s mind instantly as he picked up the receiver.
“Yes?”
“I’m sure you know who this is.”
“Yes, I do. What do you want?”
“I want you to come back.”
“I’m sorry, did you say; you want me to come back? Back for what?”
“I want you to come back to Africa. I want you to come back to work for me.”
“No way!”
“Don’t be too hasty, Richard. You and I know I can be very generous when it comes to paying for your services.”
“Yeah, I remember. I also remember how much it hurt.”
“You survived, didn’t you?”
“No thanks to you, that’s for sure.”
“Now, now, no need for reproaches between friends. What do you say we meet?”
“Where are you?”
“In Toronto.”
“What are you doing here?”
“That, and other things, will all be made clear to you once we sit down and talk. Shall we say in an hour at the restaurant near the Chapel’s entrance of the Eaton Centre?”
“You got it. I’ll be there.”
The caller hung up and Richard looked at his watch. An hour to get to the Eaton Centre, in this traffic... it’s going to be tight. He didn’t know what the deal was, but he was sure of one thing; he was not going back to Africa unless it would be worth his while. Granted, he needed another job, and fast. Granted, he wanted to get back in the mainstream—but not at the price he paid the last time he was involved with the African.
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