418 CHAPTER 47
Shark Island, Namibia, the present dayJoanne Dillon raced up to the Shark Island car park in a Toyota Fortuner a few minutes later. She must have been close by, Nick reflected, but then again nowhere was far from anywhere else in Lüderitz.
Joanne manoeuvred the car as close as she could to them, even driving the front wheels up onto a smooth boulder to give them extra cover as Nick opened the back door and bundled Anja in ahead of him.
Two bullets fired in quick succession sent stone chips ricocheting into the bodywork of the SUV as Joanne reversed.
‘Go!’ Nick shouted.
Joanne stayed low behind the wheel as she accelerated away along the causeway, past the port authority buildings and fish market and then, tyres screeching, left into Hafen Street.
‘Where are we going?’
