Wrath of God. Jack Higgins

      ‘You are not what I would have looked for, señor. I had expected a different kind of man.’

      ‘In what way? Two horns and a tail?’

      ‘Possibly even that. Your papers.’

      I took out the travel permit signed by the jefe in Bonito. ‘That’s all I’ve got with me.’

      He examined it gravely. ‘So, you are supposed to be delivering a truck-load of supplies to this man Gomez in Huila.’

      ‘That’s right. For Señor Janos, the owner of the Hotel Blanco in Bonito.’

      To know Señor Janos is not much of a recommendation, believe me. This man has just given me his personal version of what happened at the way-station last night. Now I will hear yours.’ He nodded to the young lieutenant. ‘Take him away.’