When Lisha arrived at the meeting point, she met an unfamiliar young man that left her in no doubt that the person she wanted to see was around. Tall, muscular and rough, she knew that birds of the same feather would always flock together. On sighting her, he moved aside and let her through into the roadside shed that she had chosen as the venue for the meeting.

"Greetings," she hailed as she saw her guest seated at one end of a long bench. She was smiling, not because she was happy to see him, but because his faded jeans and short jacket made him look far from the superior...