CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
The sun beat down relentlessly on the island. Some found beaches to bask on, like seals. Others sought refuge in hotels or restaurants, unaccustomed to the dry heat.
It was seven in the morning, and the sun was high in an almost cloudless sky.
A perfect day – for some.
For others, it meant sitting and watching and doing not much of anything – except planning.
Aamir sat in the back of the large, white Toyota SUV. The two men in the front wore the usual jeans and check shirts, but this time they had large pilot style sunglasses, somewhat to Aamir’s amusement. To him, they looked comical, almost like they were trying to be the FBI or something.
If they had turned up in a blacked-out vehicle, Aamir did not think he would have been able to contain himself.
They had dri
