46
LEAVE NO TRAIL
Gadani Beach, coastal Pakistan.
Khalid stared at the great expanse of beach. “We are to meet them in broad daylight? On the beach like this?”
“Money is a beautiful thing, my friend,” Jarrah said. “Just a little goes a long way here. No one will say a thing.”
“What will happen?”
“So many questions. We will meet several boats here. It is all arranged. We have a very valuable product to sell, and our buyers are greatly interested in taking delivery. With all the ship workers moving about, it will not be difficult to blend in.”
“And this is it? This is where I go on alone?”
“In an hour, you’ll be on your way. Now, keep driving on this dirt road. It will dead-end into the sand. Our contacts will have their small boats beached already. They will be here, you will see.”
