Kelly and I had been stationary beside a crude barbershop for long enough to make me antsy. The tall man, if he was a man, had led us on a merry trek up and down stalls, stopping now and then to do a little backslapping, and haggling here and there. The kind of negotiating that involved quick glances around and sleight of hand, with something passing palm to palm. Now he was loitering in front of what might be a dentist if I read the hand-painted sign correctly. To his left was a large opening with a woman hawking chickens, on the other side a smaller space that looked abandoned. We’d obviously scored in finding someone involved in what clearly looked like shady dealings. But we weren’t any closer to the Tuareg I’d tangled with yesterday. A point Mandy was quick to address when she slid up next to Kelly. Both she and Jaylene were wearing the same head-to-toe burqas that Kelly and I wore, with only eyes visible.
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