When Hannah had finally found their way through the traffic again to where Anton was waiting, Katie couldn’t help being charmed.
Hannah had said that greater Dakar had doubled in size in just twenty-five years and now was over a quarter of the country’s population. It was easy to believe.
Yet here, just down from the towering white lighthouse, was a tiny enclave. A parking area big enough for only five or ten cars. A beautiful house on the left, a small restaurant with a wide, thatched porch perched on the cliff edge to the right. Between them lay a sweeping view of the sea a dozen meters below.
As none of the others had skills that would let them track Chas, they headed to the restaurant to order a late breakfast and wait. For the first time, perhaps the very first time, she and Anton
