She stood and turned to go back inside the observation carriage, but he reached out and took hold of her wrist – firmly, though not enough to hurt her. Nonetheless, she tried to shrug him off, but he held on to her. ‘Do you think he’s up to something illegal?’
She paused, biting her lower lip. ‘Yes. I do. But so are you. You’re just coming with me to steal whatever it is that George has been trading in.’
‘Hey,’ he reminded her, ‘I was on my way back to Mozambique when you called me. Remember? And here I am, several thousand rand poorer for the cost of a ticket on this train and a new suit and shoes just so I can bloody well dress for dinner.’
He smiled at her and her anger seemed to dissipate, but a moment later she had a determined set to her face again. ‘Yes, yes. All right. But I can
