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bed, and I think you would have remembered that.'
        'So who is he?'
        'He's an English/Ghanaian who lives in Lomé. This isn't the first job I've done for him, but it's only the second time with this Severnou woman. She's not easy. For a start, I can tell there isn't enough money. I reckon we're short about fifty to a hundred mil. She's a greedy woman… with an appetite.'
        'It was only Helen, remember.'
        'So far.'
        'And you've still got the documents?'
        'Yes, but that doesn't mean very much. A non- negotiable bill of lading with a bit of tippex, some faxing and a couple of million CFA could get to be negotiable.' I gripped her finger and she bit back the next question.
        Headlights lit up the mud road and were killed. A quiet engine cut out and a car rocked over on its expensive suspension and stopped in front of the gates to the house. The doors opened. Four men got out. They didn't close the doors. They weren't carrying violin cases but they did have long arms. They went through the gates. Moses started up the Peugeot which made a noise like a tractor and baler and we rode up on to the tarmac and went into town.
        We bought some pizza at La Caravelle cafe to take away. We had a beer while we waited. Some white people came in. We must have looked tense. They walked straight back out. Heike had thrown away the cigarette holder and was smoking for Germany.
        We crossed the lagoon and turned off down towards the coast and the Hotel Aledjo where we took a bungalow and finished counting the money at three in the morning. The total was fifty million CFA short, a hundred thousand pound commission for Madame Severnou. By this time, I had a half bucket of sand up my eyelids and Heike was asleep sitting on the floor with her head on the bed. Moses and I packed the money inside the car so that it looked empty from the outside. Moses lay down on a mat on the porch of the bungalow with the bedsheet from the money.
        I put Heike on the bed and threw a sheet over her; as it landed, she opened her eyes. There was nobody behind them. Her voice said, 'I'm going.' Her eyes closed. She was asleep. Normally, when she came down from up country, the first night we made love of the desperate, savage kind that two months' celibacy encourages. It was something we liked to do besides drinking, something that kept us going together. This time I left her a note. I gave Moses some money and told him to look after Heike in the morning and then drove the 100 miles west along the coast to Lomé, the capital of Togo.

Chapter 4
        
    Wednesday 25th September
        They didn't bother to search the car at the Benin/Togo border and it was still dark when I left the Togo side of the frontier. I couldn't make out the sandbar at the mouth of the lagoon at Aneho but by the time I came to the roundabout for Lomé port, it was light. The morning was fresh, unlike my shirt.
        After commercial Cotonou, Lomé was a holiday resort. There were European luxury hotels and restaurants which fronted on to the beach and air- conditioned supermarkets with more than tomato puree in them. Most of the buildings had seen paint during the decade and a lot of the roads were metalled and swept clean. There was greenery in the town which backed on to a lagoon traversed by causeways which took you out to the suburbs. Lomé is a free- port where booze and cigarettes are cheaper than anywhere else in the world. Life was a permanent happy hour.
        The coast road passed the Hotel de La Paix, which still looked like the architect's children doctored the plans. It seemed empty. Closer to Lomé on the left was the five-star Hotel Sarakawa with a snake of taxis outside and a fight for rooms on the inside. The sea appeared motionless but didn't fool anybody. Nobody swam. The currents were well-known killers along this coast.
        People were beginning to make their way to market. The polio cripples