Chapter 19Once again, the man is well dressed. He wore a navy suit, white shirt and a blue and white striped silk tie. His face was drawn and uneasy.
“Hello, Talya. How are you?” He forced a smile. Hassan was worried about something; it was plain to see.
“Good Afternoon, Hassan. I’m fine, thank you.”
“I’ll have a bissap juice.” Talya said to the waiter who came up to the table as soon as Hassan took a seat.
Hassan looked up at the man. “And, I’ll have an orange juice, thanks.”
“So, tell me what’s been happening?” Talya asked. “Have you found out anything about our friend, Monsieur Savoi?”
“I’m afraid I have a lot more questions than answers at this point. I’ve been at the villa, where Savoi was supposed to have been at the beginning of the week. I tell you, if he was ever there, h
