Star Of Africa (Ben Hope, Book 13) - Plot & Excerpts
Waving coconut palms against the balmy sunset. The surf rolling in over the ribbon of white sand that was the last land eastwards between here and … wherever. The hotel manager had told him a lot of couples came here to be married. Ha. Good luck to ’em. The stupid suckers would still be paying for it after they were divorced. What Eugene was in fact raising his head off the bed to stare at through the glass windows and over the balcony was the infinite stretch of the Indian Ocean beyond. Somewhere out there was his diamond. The only possible reason why he’d have dragged his weary ass all the way to godforsaken fuckin’ Kenya, for Chrissakes. The long-distance call over, Eugene tossed the phone away and closed his eyes to digest the news that Sondra Winkelman in New York had just broken to him. Not good news, but hardly unexpected. It was the confirmation of what he’d already more or less accepted to be the case. ‘Well, there it is,’ he muttered to himself. ‘Shit happens.’ The rotten old harridan had just informed him that the wreckage picked by the navy destroyer USS Zumwalt off the Somali coast in the aftermath of the typhoon was now officially confirmed as belonging to the cargo of the MV Svalgaard Andromeda.
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