21
It was a good site for the kill, Hassan bin Zayid told himself one more time. Everything was going to plan, but still his stomach churned. It was just nerves, he supposed. He had arrived at the dirt airstrip with time to spare. juma had been waiting with the Land Rover and their kit, as planned.
‘Help me with these boxes,’ Hassan had said, pointing to the back of the Cessna. The engine ticked as it cooled down. The stillness and quiet assaulted Hassan’s ears after the noisy hours in the air. ‘The hole is dug, for the woman?’ he asked as they lifted the cheap coffin out of the plane.’
‘Yes. At the bush camp.’
Good old Juma. Reliable and unquestioning as ever. But Hassan noticed the man was avoiding his eyes.
‘What is it?’
‘Nothing.’
‘I know you too well. What’s gone wrong, Juma?’
