MEANWHILE, BACK AT Tangier, the old man didn’t go home as Bryce suggested. He needed money for his son’s medical expenses. Bryce had been his first passenger at midday and should have been the last at 20:45. He had already made more than he usually did in a week but decided to keep going until midnight before calling it a night.
He picked up another passenger not far from the Grand Socco. A handsome black man with a limp. His right thigh was wrapped in a bandage. Harmless enough, he thought.
And mercy of all mercies, he spoke fluent Arabic.
The old man happily chatted to the Black Rhino, told him how it had been a magnificent day, how he had been blessed with a generous passenger.
The Zimbabwean nodded without really listening until the old man said, ‘He’s a very strange man, sounded r
