CHAPTER FORTY
3:30 p.m. Greenwich Mean Time (10:30 a.m. Eastern Standard Time)
Santa Cruz de la Palma
La Palma, Canary Islands
Atlantic Ocean
“How was your soup?” the white-haired old man said.
Gregorio Fuentes, until recently Rajan Muhammad, nodded with gusto.
“Very good.”
The soup was chorizo and potato in a tomato broth, very Spanish, and quite delicious. It was the perfect weather for a hot soup. Likely it was a warm day for this region, but after spending weeks on end in the blazing African desert, the weak afternoon sun here felt cool to Gregorio.
He was tired. He had passed the weapon through the normal ivory smuggling networks, then detoured it here, all without incident, and arriving even before he had imagined. But it had been a long twenty-four hours. He was not as youn
