Chapter 18I was still thinking of these two unexpected phone calls when I entered James’s office that morning.
“Hi, Kiddo,” James said without lifting his gaze from his computer screen. “Have a seat. I’ll be with you in a minute.”
I said nothing, divested the nearby chair of its pile of files and sat down, facing my boss. Looking at all of the photographs and children’s drawings adorning the wall behind his desk, my eyes focused on one particular picture. James was standing beside a Land Rover holding a rifle. I recognized the location immediately – the road leading to the Sabodala mine site. I remembered that day as one of the most eventful and the most revealing of my life. The following night, my companions and I discovered a huge cache of cocaine in two of the adits of the mine. Sinc
