Chapter 17
Despite having downed three cups of Joseph’s coffee, Harry dozed for the next hour of the trip. He awoke when he felt the van come to a stop with a jolt. He opened his eyes to see a Kenyan policeman standing beside the driver’s-side window.
They were on a rural stretch of highway. There were no roadside attractions in sight, just a nearly treeless expanse of savannah. Looking past the policeman, Harry could see other officers standing in the road and on the shoulder. Several tire shredders, metal rails studded with spikes that will puncture the rubber, were laid across the highway as roadblocks. Not having chase vehicles, this is how Kenyan cops summon cars and trucks onto the shoulder for inspection.
Joseph rolled the window down and spoke with the officer in Kiswahili. He t
