ocr: wearing aviator's sunglasses. The gut feeling is that Ali and his two friends are Syrian military intelligence, tying up loose ends a couple of days after their uniformed colleagues retreated to Damascus towing their tanks and howitzers. Somewhere along the line we had slipped : and Ali had been ordered to track down the two spies working West Beirut posing as journalists. But the sight of the guyi in the back seat with the idiotic grin rolling sloppy joints quickly knocked that idea on the head. Ali was just cruising the Corniche, having what passes for a good time in the late afternoon here ...
