Chapter Twenty Seven
Macumba guides the lumbering boat into a decrepit dock in the once busy former industrial area of Tripoli harbor. The engine sputters but has served well, propelling the vessel the hundreds of miles from Majorca without mishap. But it is doubtful the aging craft will ever again ply the Mediterranean’s waves. Macumba will strip the boat of all possessions and items of value. Within days scavengers will render it unrecognizable and even more useless. Its function, surreptitiously transporting the neutered and naked billionaire, David Farnsworth Smythe, to his new life, will never be suspected. One leg of David’s escape will become untraceable.
Darkness looms. Macumba uses the remaining daylight to organize her things. David’s chain is again wrapped about the propeller
