Juma waved from the boat. ‘Hello! Hello! Are you all right, sir?’
Westcott cupped his hands around his mouth and called, ‘Who are you? Where are you from?’
‘Zambia Wildlife Authority,’ Juma called back. ‘How many of you are there? Do you have any injured?’
‘Two dead, three of us OK,’ Westcott replied.
‘s**t,’ Wozak hissed. ‘Let’s wait until he comes alongside before giving the whole the game away, OK?’
Hassan bin Zayid’s right index finger curled around the pistol’s trigger. The pilot had told him what he needed to know. Juma’s questions were part of their plan, and it had worked. They now knew exactly how many people were on board. Calvert would have one or more hunting rifles, probably stowed in the aircraft’s cargo compartment, and his bodyguards would be armed. Hassan peered aroun
