A Touch of Danger

Аннотация

The taxi taking me from the Athens Hilton to the Piraeus ferry dock roared around the last cloverleaf of new road and slid in against the high kerb like a scared base runner with his cleats bared. My nock was jerked. The already dented hubcaps grated and clashed against the badly poured Greek concrete. Before it was stopped, the paunchy moustachioed driver was out of it waving his arms and running for the ferry where a cluster of ship’s officers stood together in white uniforms being important.