It was late on the day when Aldo was supposed to meet up with them. But he’d sent a text to Esther with news his flight had been canceled. He vowed to have a conference call with both of them soon, but he didn’t say when. Then she’d sent Joseph to get Harry and bring him to the Hotel Troy. They were finally having that drink in the garden courtyard by the pool.
“We’d better get back to Diani” was Esther’s advice. “I am hearing they will be closing the roads soon. They can’t be everywhere, but the police will be stopping anyone on the highway to Mombasa, and they’ll turn you around. Only emergency vehicles and cargo may pass.”
“How soon?” Harry asked her.
She shrugged. “These politicians are unpredictable. It could be today, tonight, or never. But we don’t want to get stuck here, I can t
