Julianne brushed a hair out of her eye. ‘Yes, well, one hears of experienced rangers in the Kruger Park being corrupted, and Lord knows, the money …’
Mia stared at her. ‘Not Bongani.’
‘Very well. I gather you were both ill.’
The woman was on top of everything. ‘Yes.’
‘Did that impede your ability to track?’
That and my boyfriend nearly killing me, Mia thought, but she said nothing as she had no wish to get Graham in trouble. ‘Yes.’
‘A coincidence?’
Mia thought for a moment. ‘You think Pretty might have poisoned us so we wouldn’t find the poacher?’
‘Unlikely,’ Julianne said. She frowned, as if she, too, was now out of ideas.
‘Look,’ Mia spread her hands, ‘I’ve seen counter-tracking measures used by poachers in the past and I’ve learned about the practice from expert trackers, one o
