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.‘It’s just a precaution,’ he replied smoothly.‘Listen, I need you to do something urgently.’‘I’m sure you do,’ she replied acidly, ‘you had better explain yourself first.Let’s start with where are you?’‘I told you I had urgent business to attend to.Listen, I need you to transfer money to Kamau at immigration.It’s really urgent.‘His request met with silence, the phone clicked off, he called her back.‘What are you doing in Tanzania?’ she demanded, having read the number this time before answering.‘Checking on your password,’ he retorted.She laughed in delight.‘Wanted to run away did you?’He chuckled.‘How could I bear to leave you my dear?’‘So? Explain yourself.’Patel lowered his voice.‘I can’t tell you much on the phone, but I have arranged for Kamau to do an important job for us and he must be paid today.I don’t need the password; just the money needs to get to Nairobi as soon as possible.’‘And what if I refuse? You still haven’t told me why you’re in Tanzania and a few other things it seems.’‘Listen, we don’t have time to argue.Refusing to do the transfer would be a very silly thing to do,’ he replied, mildly, ‘all our hard work down the drain.’‘A drain, oh, you mean like Lugard’s falls?’He laughed.‘My dear, it’s only three hundred thousand.’‘You’re a bad man, Mr Patel.Why should I trust you now?’‘Trust the money.’‘Oh I do, but I’m not sure I want to share it with you anymore, I might end up swimming with crocodiles.’Patel grinned.Boy this chicka is tough! ‘Now Azizza my dear don’t be cross now, this is a cause for celebration that silly expatriate is now out of our way.I will be back in a few days and will explain everything.You will see how brilliant I am; after all I’m trusting you with your password aren’t I?’She scoffed.‘Brilliant, like this stupid NGO organisation.What are we going to do with that now?’‘My dear we are still on course, the NGO organisation makes it easier for us to move money around, have I ever let you down?’‘Ok maybe, but you must not do this disappearing act again.’‘I wouldn’t dream of it dear.See you soon.’Azizza breathed a sigh of relief.Patel was still on the hook, he still needed her password.When she read about the incident at the falls, she knew intuitively he had something to do with it, and was under no illusions that he could make her ‘disappear,’ if she gave him reason enough.By the same token she realised that if he had disclosed his true intentions to her, she would have resisted the idea of doing away with Nicholls.Now it was done, distasteful as it was, it was a brilliant solution to the over talkative Evans.She was reminded of what a good team they made, and the fact that he wasn’t too upset about the password was an emotional affirmation to her that she was needed.She arranged the transfer.The clerk informed her of Patel’s request.‘Yes,’ she said, ‘he was just forgetful, no problem.’Patel still in Dar-es-Salaam as Shah, arranged the rest of his day, including meetings with some transport companies at the port.After a light lunch he returned to the hotel for an afternoon nap before his meeting at four with John.He hailed a cab and went to check on his car.Inserting his hand and arm into each of the tanks, feeling around, they were quite dry.‘Good,’ he muttered.‘See no leaks, I told you,’ said John.‘Yes and you were right,’ agreed Patel.‘Good, can we settle your bill in the office,’ John said.Patel did not answer but went round to the front of the car and turned on the ignition.‘The fuel gauge doesn’t register.’‘No, we had to remove it in order to accommodate the partition, you’ll have to keep topping up the tank,’ John said over his shoulder as he strode towards his office.‘I see,’ Patel sighed and followed him across the yard.He drove out of Dar-es-Salaam getting into Tanga after dark, topped up the tank and pressed on to the Kenyan border on a dirt road.The big 4x4 held the road well.At the border as Noordin Shah, he paid a three-month fee to the Kenyans in order to cross in his Tanzanian registered vehicle.The customs man was sleepy and drunk and waved him though with an impatient grunt.Patel got into Mombasa before midnight and booked himself into a hotel.Tired, he crawled into bed and slept, glad to be back in Kenya.THIRTEENIn the evening Kamau sat in the bar in Nairobi and waited for Rubia.He had collected Patel’s funds from the bank and the cash was now in the boot of his car.Ill at ease, he fidgeted as he watched the car park from his barstool.‘Mr Kamau?’ A well-dressed man walked up and spoke to him.‘Yes.Who are you?’ Kamau asked.‘Sir, I’m from the counter terrorism office, my name is Daniel.I have been ordered to collect you and take you to an appointment with Chief Inspector Rubia.’‘Really, and why didn’t he tell me you were coming?’Daniel shrugged.‘Those are my orders.If you have his number you can confirm it.’Kamau, thumbed through his mobile.‘Hello Joe, yes, there’s a guy called Daniel here, says I’m to go with him to meet you?’Rubia answered.‘Yes sorry about that, but I’m on a stake out and can’t come to you right now.’‘Why don’t I give the package to him?’ Kamau suggested.‘It’s not that simple I need to talk to you, I need your help with an immigration matter.’‘I’ve had a long day, we can talk tomorrow.’‘No, I need to see you now it won’t take long.’ Rubia hung up.Kamau frowned at Daniel.‘Where is this place, is it far?’‘No, not far Sir [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]