Standing half way along the street, directly under the faded amber light, was the target.

We had searched for days, on foot, on stolen bicycle, on a motorcycle – a 500 cc Ducati in fact, in a garbage truck, in a borrowed Aston Martin, not necessarily in that order.

We had just one question that only an expert like this could answer.

They answered very calmly in a quiet but firm voice, “yes, you are in Malta”.

It was so good to see a long absent friend, once again.