Black: king's pawn e7>e5

A couple of minutes later, a servant came round the corner and climbed the stairs. He was dressed in a formal uniform despite the smothering midday heat, and carried a fruity cocktail on a tray, as ordered. Lizzie Burke was standing on the veranda with her arms crossed, still topless, wearing only bikini bottoms.

"Miss Burke, your drink..." he ventured.

"What's your name?" she demanded.

"Uh... Buddy." His name was Nbudu, but he found many guests could not master even the simplest African names.

"Buddy, I need you to go into town and pick up an Australian girl."

"Another Australian girl," he began.

"Yes, another bloody Australian girl." Lizzie snapped. "Her name is Samantha Barrett, and she's at the central holding facility."

"The police station?"

"Don't be dim, Buddy," she sighed. "Listen, here's a phone number for Miss Theriault, she's there with her. I'll be sure to give you a dollar for your troubles."