Chapter 18
St George’s, Grenada
Guy anchored Hidalgo in the commercial harbour away from the main cruiser docking area and well out of sight of prying eyes. They had arrived on the morning tide after a brisk overnight run and were anchored a mile out taking the opportunity to have a rest. As they tied up at the harbour a sullen Annaliese sat on deck, squinting in the direct sunlight.
“Tell us about this meeting,” said Guy.
“Keep that Russian b***h away from me, worse than your dammed wife.”
“You’re in no position to demand anything, so tell me or you can enjoy her company.”
“Behind the castle, there’s a large white house in its own grounds.”
“Good, then you shall show us the way in,” replied Guy, looking across at the rest of St George’s and thinking it looked peaceful in the sun. “
