Chapter 15
Anton didn’t notice the change in Katie at first. He was simply glad that she’d rolled up her window to block out all the dust that had been getting on his nerves…though Hannah’s was still down.
By the time they’d prowled this far along the twisting harbor streets and finally reached this faster stretch, the midmorning heat and humidity was making their dawn arrival feel like a Siberian memory. The sun thundered down on their rental so hard that the AC had crapped out and just left them to roast.
Like the gawking tourists they were, the others were pointing out interesting sights outside the car. At the moment they were focused on what Jesse’s map declared were the Deux Mamelles—the two breasts—as the twin hills of Dakar were called. They weren’t much, maybe a hundred meters
