Wylde nodded and started to draw on the back of a discarded envelope on the reception counter. ‘Well, there are worse places in the world to potter about. Ia offer you a room myself, but I’m expecting my client at anytime.’
‘He’s booked the whole place out?’ Jed asked, seeing at least four separate bungalows around the main building.
‘Brings a bit of an entourage with him. Already had a couple of chaps on the advance party check the place out. But as I said, I can’t go into details. There you go.’ Wylde passed the envelope to Jed. ‘Out the gate, turn right and follow the map. You’ll see a sign about five kilometres down the road. Can’t miss Hassan’s place.’
Crescent Moon Safari Lodge was clearly aimed at an upmarket clientele. The guard on the gate was immaculately turned out in a khaki
