Sha Maris, Carrick RoadsKira, stood on Falmouth Town Station’s platform, holding a name card, watching people as they alighted off the London train. A young man, with a shaved head, in his twenties, dressed in a black “T” shirt and cream chino trousers, strolled up to her.
“That’s me” he said, pointing to his name on the card.
Kira scrutinised him, looking probingly into his eyes and observing his body language.
Luca, shifted his feet awkwardly “anything wrong?” he said.
Kira shrugged her shoulders, “why should there be anything wrong.”
“I don’t know, but, you were looking at me oddly?”
She ignored him. What a jerk she thought. “Jabir is waiting for you, follow me”
Kira drove down Quay Street and parked on the North Quay car park. Locking it, she marched off toward Falmouth Haven, w
