Chapter Eleven
Tenerife, Canary Islands – September 1973
The little hire car was struggling to cope with the hills and at one point Eunice thought it would blow a gasket and die on them. The little Fiat was no Mustang, that was for damn sure!
Gorilla was wilting in the fierce heat and had removed his jacket, donned his sunglasses and leaned his head back to get some rest. It was the intelligence operative's version of the Spanish siesta. Not that Eunice would let him have it all his own way. She would, on purpose, steer the car over a particularly rough patch of road to keep him awake. It amused her to annoy him from time to time.
It had taken them several weeks to trace the whereabouts of Chirug. Following the interview with Thallia Dimitriou, Gorilla and Eunice had set up a temporary
