Chapter 8
The rain beat a tattoo on the corrugated tin roof of the staff quarters at the rear of Kaya Nghala Lodge, where Mia lived and Graham was an increasingly frequent visitor.
Mia lay on her bed, naked under a sheet, her wet clothes piled in the corner of the simple, one-room suite she called home. Graham stood in the open doorway, still in his camouflage trousers but bare-chested, exhaling cigarette smoke outside. Mia checked her watch. It was half past eleven in the morning – she had slept for half an hour. The constant surges of adrenaline, the highs of pursuit and the lows of failure, had exhausted her. So much had gone on during the handful of hours since dawn, but she still needed to collect guests from the airport. That, in itself, should have been the highlight of her day gi
