Chapter 30What’s taking him so long? Richard was pacing the packed sand at the edge of the beach. The waves came dying at his feet, gently rolling under the gleaming moonlight. He heard the car come to a stop on the embankment to his left. A door slammed. A few moments later, Richard saw a dark figure make its way down the sand path toward him. Finally. It took him long enough.
“Have you got the package?” Richard was not one for preambles.
“Of course.” The fellow pulled out a small packet out of his briefcase and handed it to him.
“Good. Shall I return to Nouakchott first, or where do you want me to start?”
“I thought I had made it plain to you; you start distributing the product from the point of landing, or do you want me to draw you a picture?”
“No, that won’t be necessary. I kno
