Sam held his hand to his eyes to shield them from the brightness of a spotlight.
‘Coo-eee!’ cried a voice over the engine noise.
Sonja smiled, slung her M4 and cupped hands either side of her mouth. ‘John Lemon!’
The white Land Cruiser came into view and shifted its aim, destroying a few more saplings as it trundled over the uneven ground towards them. There was a black African man sitting on the roof. He smiled broadly and waved.
‘Watch out for the lioness!’
The African man pointed over his shoulder, from the direction they had just come. ‘The mafazi is gone now, Miss Sonja.’
She took another look at the tracker. ‘Elliott!’ She ran to the vehicle, which stopped in front of her. ‘Oh my god! How are you?’
‘I am fine, missy.’
John opened the door and climbed down. He was four inches
