'Kenya.'

I looked up from my book. 'Huh?'

'Kenya.'

'Can I what?'

'No, the country. Kenya.'

'Yeah, okay, in Africa. What about it?'

'We found him there. He's working in an aid camp for Somalian refugees.'

'Him? Who?'

'You know who I'm talking about.'

I put the book down, forgetting it. 'How certain are you of this? There can be absolutely no mistake, understand?'

'Positive identification. No question.'

'Anecdotal or visual? We need to be sure.'

'Oh, absolutely visual. A low flying drone picked him up leaving a market. He had a couple of bags of veggies and a rack of lamb. Looked very good.'

I stood, a slow smile splitting my face. 'Fantastic. I thought it would never happen in my lifetime.'

He nodded. 'It is a great accomplishment sir. You should et a promotion out of this.'

I shook his hand. 'Damn straight. Finally. We found Wally.'