Harry’s second brush with adventure turned out to be more serious. By the time he finished his coffee at the café, the sun was starting to set. He realized he hadn’t had lunch. Monique’s plate of greasy food hadn’t tempted him, and he hadn’t even bothered to look at the grill menu. Normally, he’d expect to meet up with Aldo for dinner, but they hadn’t made plans. He decided he’d be true to the fib he’d told Monique. He’d have a sandwich here, get a tuk-tuk back to the hotel (best not to walk alone after dark, Aldo had told him), and make it an early night.
He’d finished his light evening meal of fried tomato-and-cheese sandwich, washed down with two Tuskers. It was still early, but he was getting drowsy. He strode out of Kokko’s intending to flag a tuk-tuk on the beach road for the ride b
