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hake stood outside the car rearranging the contents of his shoulder bag while Wafic pumped gas. He wanted to be sure the zipper concealing the bag’s false bottom ran free and easy. The secret compartment was padded and lined with stiffeners that should protect what he expected to get from the rebel courier—whoever that was—sometime today. According to Evans, the stuff he was supposed to receive was just a couple of little containers about the size of small cosmetic jars. Piece of cake, he thought, assuming someone he wouldn’t recognize and who didn’t speak English somehow managed to find him and unobtrusively hand over those two little jars. Either that would happen before dark today or it wouldn’t happen at all with Gunner Shake Davis serving as butt-boy.
Shake was stuffing his
