On the drive from the airport to the hotel, he sat in the front passenger seat next to the driver, shoulders loose, eyes never still. Port Moresby slid past the window in flashes, bright market stalls, clusters of children barefoot on dusty verges, gleaming new glass buildings beside rusted corrugated iron. It was the kind of city that wore its contradictions openly.

Behind him, the Ambassador spoke with Miller about the schedule for the coming weeks, starting with a state dinner at Government ...