32The pavement of the Johor-Singapore Causeway changed noticeably to mark the passage from Malaysia to Singapore.
“Find a secluded area,” Osman instructed.
The car stopped behind a strip mall where the men restored the currency to the metal case and re-holstered their weapons. Osman found a concrete pylon that offered some privacy to urinate. Swan took her purse for a short walk before Osman yelled at her to return. She dismissed his shouts while viewing the distant roof top of a resort where she and Matu spent time together. She thought of him lying in a hospital bed…maybe.
“Swan! Get back to the car!” Osman yelled.
She took her time returning.
“Where were you?” he glowered.
Swan slid in the car without responding, pointing the barrel of her pistol at him through her purse.
