‘So, you know who I am. Who are you?’
The lie came quickly to her lips. Always base it on truth, Steele had drummed into her. ‘I’m a professional hunter.’
He stared back at her for a few seconds, not moving, lying back in the grass. ‘I just told you the truth, so please do me the same courtesy.’
‘It is the truth. I come out here on the concession in my spare time to go horse riding and game viewing and to shoot my quota for the pot. You do know you’re on a hunting concession, don’t you? There are people with guns here. It’s not a smart place to be filming.’ The other thing Steele taught her was that when your cover was challenged go on the attack. Turn the tables on the questioner.
He shook his head. ‘If you worked on this concession you’d know we’ve been planning this film shoot for t
