Chapter 35

 

Mhlongo crept toward the window of the restaurant office. He could see the American woman in there, pacing around waiting for her computer to work. It entertained him to watch people when they didn’t think anyone could see. They moved with a different attitude when they thought they were alone. He smiled in the dark. People weren’t alone as much as they thought.

He moved closer to the window for a better look. Her sudden impatient movements brought her to the window and Mhlongo ducked down. He watched the shadow coming through until she moved away.

He eased around toward the entrance to wait for her to leave. She had that loud unmistakable American voice as she said goodbye to the restaurant staff. She started down the path, and he followed.

It would be easy to kill her. Mhlongo was an excellent shot with a pistol and a rifle, one of the many skills that had earned him a significant place in the park. He felt the weapon in his side pocket. He could do it. The noise would bring people. A dead body in the middle of a locked camp would bring more investigation than an ignorant tourist killed out in the bush. He felt satisfied watching her run ahead to her rondavel. Yes, feel it, American. Run. Run, but no animal and no human can escape.