Chapter 21
Thailand
I heard the door behind me. I was left with only one big, burly black man who sat on the office table without taking his eyes off me. He had a crescent-shaped scar on his face. His face looked familiar, but I didn't know why.
The only place I had spent more time with black people was in jail and... I already knew who he was! The leader of the Nigerians locked up for d**g trafficking. I suddenly remembered all the stories that my Australian friend James told me about him: that he was a child of war, that he had no mercy or fear, that he was very violent, that he toured Africa as a mercenary doing all kinds of atrocities... He was a man who, when he looked at you, shrank your heart.
At that time, he fought with James and, when his Nigerian henchmen helped him, I had t
