DAR-ES-SALAAM, 1982
The window was bare, maybe she forgot to close the curtains. Latricia was spying on the president’s bedroom.
Latricia, a TISS special agent was working as a part of the retired President, secret security team. Raising Ross Solaross binoculars on her eyes, she had a clear view of Christos’s bedroom which was in a separate building, 20 meters away from the building she was.
“I think Rahyan is having a death wish.” Latricia said, still looking on binoculars.
Saleem, the other special agent rolled around the bed. “He’s a special agent, don’t worry.”
“He’s in Christos’s bedroom, with his wife.”
Saleem rose from the bed. “He said he rebuffed Nailah.”
“He’s crazy.”
Saleem fell to the bed. “When a child cries for a razor give it him.”
“Ooh my God!” Latricia snapped.
