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The five men were already on board the Penfold Son when Jane returned to the port at Mombasa, though they had evidently arrived not long before her.
A Hispanic man with heavily tattooed arms and his hair done in a top knot was lugging a long green plastic trunk into the guest cabin next to hers. He smiled at her and she tried not to stare at his gold tooth.
‘Hey, Enrico, take bloody care with that,’ said a South African voice from within.
Jane paused by the opening and saw a man with the most strikingly white hair. He looked at her and smiled. ‘Howzit. You must be Miss Humphries.’ He wore black jeans and a tight black T-shirt that showed off racks of muscles.
‘Jane.’ She leaned around Enrico, whose hands were full, and shook the other man’s hand.
‘I’m Piet van Zyl. Me and Enrico he
