Chapter 19
Anton sat in the “borrowed” car at the rear security gate of Léopold Sédar Senghor International Airport. They’d borrowed it from a French ex-pat that the American embassy happened to know was presently in France.
“This had better work,” he mumbled to Ricardo as the guard came over to check their IDs. If he spent the rest of his life in some Senegalese prison, it was going to be damned hard to make love with Katie.
“Katie’s smart. I’m betting she’s right. We’ll know soon enough.”
The guard came up and saluted sharply. The HK G3 battle rifle over his shoulder might be ancient, but it looked well maintained and well used.
Anton did his best to return the salute in an identical gesture.
The guard babbled something. The only word he could pick out was a French roll on colonel.
