"Can you do that again for me?' the man asked.
The stranger's voice carried a slight Hispanic accent.
A voice which was as unfamiliar as his face.
Jesse studied the man.
The stranger looked to be in his early forties, with straight black hair and thick moustache framed by whiskers on the sides of his face. His skin had reddish undertones and his dark eyes gleamed with interest and curiosity as he peered back as Jesse.
'What is a foreigner doing here?' Jesse wondered.
Jesse eyed him up and down, suspiciously. He'd heard all kinds of stories about how foreigners came to Africa, kidnapped and trafficked its people, selling some of them into slavery or harvesting their organs.
That was what most of the sad and unfortunate "ritual killings" that happened in the country were, after all. Organ harvesting.
Of course, no group of people was completely good or evil, and just because some foreigners did these bad things it definitely didn't mean all foreigners did them.
