Yvonne backs into a shop doorway before taking Kiama’s phone and calling Joe. ‘He’ll be ten minutes. He asked us to wait outside the mosque,’ she says.

Kiama pulls his sleeves down over his hands; he’d rather not have to wait around in an area like this, it’s got a vibe about it he doesn’t quite like. ‘Why can’t he come and get us here?’

‘He can’t stop on this road, look at the traffic. I can see the minaret, it’s not far at all.’

They walk towards the mosque only to find it’s closed down, its yard filled with an old cement mixer and surrounded by metal fencing.

‘This can’t be right,’ Yvonne says, calling Joe again and getting no answer. ‘Perhaps there’s another mosque somewhere. Let’s ask someone.’

‘No way.’ Because that’s the number one rule of being lost, you tell no one. He stares down at the paper Makimei gave, the messy scrawl of an address. Suddenly it becomes about more than just finding Purity, he wants to find the hospital too and the school or orphanage Mum worked at and the children in the photos, he wants to find it all.

‘I knew this was a bad idea,’ Yvonne says.

‘You wish you never came?’ he asks her. ‘You wish I never called you?’

‘No, I mean coming here today, to see some con artist. And he could see you coming a mile off. Maybe he knows about your money too.’

Kiama turns his back to her and threads his fingers through the metal fence. He’s surprised it took her this long to bring it up.

‘Tell me what Neil meant about your mum’s money?’

He leans into the fence. Of course he was going to tell her at some point, especially as he’ll probably need her help to get rid of it, but he was biding his time and didn’t want her to think it was the only reason for the trip.

‘Kiama, what’s going on?’

A car honks at them, it’s Joe.

‘I’ll tell you on the way.’

‘On the way where?’

‘To see Purity.’

Joe honks again and Kiama heads towards the car, Yvonne follows behind.

‘Jambo,’ Joe says with a yawn.

The doors click and Kiama leans forward, ‘Joe, can you take us to Kikuyu?’

He laughs. ‘Kikuyu? You do not want to go there. There is nothing there to see.’

‘This is ridiculous,’ Yvonne says.

Kiama puts the paper in Joe’s hand. ‘How long would it take to get there?’

‘It will be a two-hour drive, but not in this traffic. Maybe three.’

‘You can’t be serious? Why do you want to go there so badly?’ Yvonne asks. ‘You want to go and look at poverty so you can feel better about yourself?’

‘I want to see Purity,’ he repeats.