152 CHAPTER 18
Windhoek, Namibia, the present dayAnja was worried. The light in her room in the guesthouse was on.
She was environmentally conscious so never left a tap running nor a light burning for any longer than required. Could she have forgotten? Never.
Perhaps there was a maid in there, or one had visited while she was at Joe’s, to turn down the sheets.
No, she told herself. The guesthouse was not classy enough for a turn-down service and chocolates on the pillows. Instead of heading to her room she went to reception, but found the small office closed. She pushed a button on an intercom marked ‘night service’.
‘Hello, night manager,’ a voice said.
‘Hello,’ Anja said, ‘it is Miss Berghoff from room eight. I think someone might be in my room, an intruder.’
‘A what?’
‘A thief m
