She nodded. ‘I’ll read it. They have stringers even in Africa, you know.’
‘I guess. But hopefully not where we’re going.’
‘We’re on our way to Namibia, the same country where Brad and Angelina thought they could have their baby in private.’ Sonja stood, then grabbed the handle of the closest black carrying case and started to lift it.
‘I’ll take that,’ said Rickards.
‘I can lift it, even though I am a woman.’
He moved to her and wrapped his fingers around hers, forcefully taking the weight of the case from her. She was close to elbowing him in the solar plexus when he said, ‘I’m sure you can bench press one-eighty, love, but it’s my camera and nobody messes with it. OK?’ He glared at her. She let go, but held his gaze defiantly.
They loaded the Land Rover and climbed aboard. It was a
