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I OPENED UP the documents that had come with Danziger’s letter.
Street plans, buildings, satellite photos of an area in the Sahara with the outlines of the plan drawn in. Huge complexes of units. Accommodation for thousands, tens, hundreds of thousands of people. Detailed plans with explanations in Coldi.
My heart thudded in my throat. Wherever did this come from? How had it fallen into Sirkonen’s hands? I looked for information, a name, a date on the document, but found none. Instead, there were balance sheets of costs, including a plan for transporting a huge number of people across the Mediterranean unnoticed. They even had damned security.
Oh, s**t.
Whichever way I looked at it, a large-scale Coldi migration to a poor African country which had probably been paid for the land wi
