Franz moved the rented Mercedes to the shadow of a tree. He waited patiently for the Arab’s limousine to leave the compound. He had sweaty hands, he was excited and so was Peter next to him. They are in a foreign land, not knowing what’s around the next turn. They had no idea where they will be going on this hot day. Both opened the car windows, hoping to benefit from the gentle breeze, though it was hot. The AC system in the car worked, but it wasn’t nearly enough to keep the friends comfortable. Finally, the limousine left. Following it in town was not a problem. But, judging by the sun’s position, Franz kept a healthy distance when it headed south. The limo turned west, directly toward Kairouan on highway 12. Again, Franz kept a safe distance. He didn’t want the slavers to see him now.
