Chapter 21Rheza picked up the receiver distractedly. She had arrived in Dakar the previous night after an exhausting drive from Bamako. Her uncle had told her to come and join him—something to do with signing documents for this new deal—but the call had been cut short before Amadou Savoi could tell her where he was staying. He said something about the Terranga...
“Madame McLean?”
“Yes. Who’s this?”
“My name is Abdul Rasheed, Madame McLean. Your uncle asked me to call you.”
“Where is he? Who are you?”
“He has been called away on business. Nothing to worry about.”
“But, I am worried, Monsieur Rasheed. Where is he? Why doesn’t he call me himself?”
“He came to Dakar—”
“I know that, but where in Dakar?” Rheza was getting irritated. She didn’t like the sound of the man’s voice.
“Oh, I
