Sami, expecting a tip, smiled and held out his hand. Gur shot him twice and shoved him and his boat out into the current. The boat and disappeared into the river, Gur into the darkness. Late the following afternoon he staggered into Zimbabwe. He had one connection there. One would be enough. That, and the currency rate of exchange. Zimbabwe is the country which made it onto the Internet when it issued a trillion-dollar bill. It wasn’t a stunt. Zim dollars are practically worthless—except in Zimbabwe. Gur very soon discovered that the exchange rate had turned the wad of Pula notes Cszepanski had shoved into his pocket into several billion Zim dollars. He was rich. Rich enough to pay for medical care which would not find its way into any official record. Rich enough to tap into the black market and purchase a large supply of the painkillers he required. Rich enough to put up at a decent hotel where he could rest and mend, and rich enough to purchase his way back to Botswana when the time came.
