Chapter 23
Bongani picked up the radio handset in the Vulture control room. ‘Mia, go for Bongani, over.’
There was no answer. He tried again, three times more, and wondered if she was out of range or just away from the Land Rover.
Bongani kept his eyes on the computer screen in front of him, not allowing himself to lose sight of the poacher who was walking resolutely through an open, grassy clearing, an AK-47 balanced with arrogant casualness on his shoulder. It was as if, Bongani thought, he did not care if anyone saw him. Sara sat next to Bongani, similarly transfixed.
‘Bongani this is Jeff, over. I’m the guy who’s been doing the research into umuthi.’
‘Copy, Jeff, I’ve heard of you. Where’s Mia, please?’
‘She’s with the cops. Can I pass on a message?’
‘Just tell her the poacher i
