Chapter Three
Tangier, Morocco – 1989
The moment the sealed doors of the aircraft were opened, Jack Grant was hit by a wall of intense heat. The short walk from the flight steps to the Airport Terminal was like basking in a furnace, the heat dry and arid as was usual in North Africa. He wore his usual lightweight beige summer suit with open-necked blue shirt and loafers. His cover, if he needed one, was that he was here to look at investments in the commercial property market in North Africa to boost up his portfolio.
He had all his emergency procedures in place; false passports sewn into the lining of his jacket, enough cash to buy him out of the country and, hopefully, a covert weapons stash inside his hotel courtesy of Jojo and his people. For now, it was all that he could do.
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