‘When?’
The news was good cause for Pelops to throw off his lethargy and develop a new lease of life, ending many months of uncertainty. He waited eagerly for Quesada’s reply.
‘I cannot say when he will get here.’
‘No, Cesar, when is trawler to get here?’
‘They set off more than two weeks ago, I am just told that by my agents in UK.’
The immediately previous awkward moment of ironic humour and air of indecision were gone. Pelops was suddenly more physically comfortable with the renewed perception of his sense of purpose on the desert operation.
‘Rebel, or any other desert marauders, can not get within fifteen miles of here without us knowing, mi amigo. Anything within radar range we can deal with. But about your Irishman, I have eyes in Matadi; his trawler will be seen by them. We wi
