Chapter 22At 7:30, the car was in front of the door. Talya greeted the chauffeur and gave him instructions. They drove for about thirty minutes before arriving at her destination. Her first port-of-call was in the Ministry of Mines’ building.
In every African city, and along the walls of every governmental or commercial office structure, there are a hundred people, if not more, hanging around, waiting for who knows what. This building was no exception. Located in the business district of the city, it was a rectangular building a half block long and ten stories high, whitewashed and with no readily visible entrance. The square windows, recessed from the façade gave it the look of a square-holed block of Swiss cheese. The parking lot was dedicated to the Ministers’ cars only. No visitors’
