For the third time, Brodie walked down to the harbour, to make his nine o’clock rendezvous with the fisherman. He walked purposefully towards the little fishing boat.
“Buenos dias, Pedro. I hope you had a good catch this morning,” Brodie recited for the third time.
Buenos dias,“Buenos dias, Señor, I have your order ready,” the tall, thin fisherman repeated once again, handing Brodie another substantial canvas bag, containing a number of large fish, stuffed with drugs. Brodie walked back to his car with the bag, checking for a tail as he had done previously.
“Buenos dias,He sat in the car for a few moments, surveying his surroundings to see if anyone was watching him. Satisfied that he was clear, he took a small package out of the bag, checked that it contained his 10.000 euro fee, pushe
