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Chapter 30
Chapter 30It was 43o Celsius outside when Steve Foster exited the Melbourne airport. He had felt heat before, in Ecuador and Africa, but never anything like this. The sunrays hit his bare arms and face as if he had put them in searing butter. Within seconds he felt his legs giving way under him. He leaned against a nearby wall and waited for the sensation to pass. He, too, was suffering from the fatigue of the trip and since this was going to be the first time he would be facing an assignment on his own, the anxiety he felt didn’t help relieve the tension either. He didn’t have to call Lypsick for he knew the man would have disappeared by now. He took a cab to a hotel in South Yarra close to the place he knew the woman Harsinai usually resided. If Lypsick’s report was to be believed, Mill
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